Category Archives: laughter

The drakensberg …


What a privilege to spend easter with divine friends in the pristine drakensberg mountains at Cobham near Underberg.

“Die heuwels fantasties”.

Easter camping on the riverside breathing in the fresh air up there, diving into streams of clear fresh water. Children playing, friending new friendies. Braais and “braai-pie” – thanks Suzette – watched your you tube clip and was indeed a crowd pleaser and so easy.

What a privilege.

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Ek lewe – I LIVE! Annelie Van Rooyen


Dag na dag dreun ritme om my heen

Dag vir dag dreun ritme om my heen (day after day the rythym’s around me – droning)
voel die ure vol en tog alleen, (the hours feel full and Yet I am alone)
Maar jou blik verslaan my vrees (but your gaze destroys/chases away my fear)
sonsaffier lag in jou wese (sun saffire- joy of laughing in your living – no words to describe in english)
bring geluk wat lank verlore was.(brings joy that was long lost)

Ek lewe!


gemaak om na liefde te strewe
op vlerke van vriendskap te swewe (to fly on wings of friendship)
sonder vrae oor wat more mag bring (without a worry about what tomorrow might bring)
Mm … ah – ha
O ek lewe!
verstaan weer van droom en van vrede
die vreugde van leef in die hede
dat ek hier is vir ‘n rede.

Die vrae was soos skadu’s binne my
deur die ligte lag en andwoord jy.
En ek sien die sonverhale
in jou oe nuwe tale –
lees die storie van weerbegin. (reading the story of a new beginning)

Ek lewe!
gemaak om na liefde te strewe
op vlerke van vriendskap te swewe
sonder vrae oor wat more mag bring
mm … ah – ha
O ek lewe!
verstaan weer van droom en van vrede
die vreugde wat leef in die hede
dat ek hier is vir ‘n rede.
Ek lewe!

 

“SUID-afrikaners” is plesirig!


Not to be controversial or anything, I honestly believe that as south africans at large we are extremely talented and have the greatest potential on this green earth of ours.

I watched “die wonderwerker” on the weekend on showmax, a story about Eugene Marais. Oh my word, our actors! our people, our film makers – I could wax lyrical and then some.

I just love Karen Zoid and her republic of zoid afrika. She show cases the best of us!!!

Again and again and again.

Opens our eyes to the beauty around us. Allows us to dream harder, believe.

WE so can. We are amazing people. Resilient and talented and beautiful and amazing

“ama” zing.

My absolute best is at the end of the show what one thing would you wish for OUR country – watch and be inspired – I am!!!

MOVE – Dr Lee THE GP …0832898351


Dr Lee is moving to The Ellenbird in hilton – 2 Quarry road, New phone number : 0832898351, we are relinquishing telkom. We have to pay them 30k to go away. And trust me this is the “cheap” option. IN a nutshell, don’t sign a contract with telkom.

NUFF said!

Fran Steart, Michele Albets, Fiona McRimmon and Elze Scheepers will join us at the Ellen Bird. Fran and Michele are dieticians specialising in diabetes and eating disorders. Fiona is a life coach and Elze is a laser and PRP practitioner.

Pop in – coffee at the coffee shop, gifts and the gift shop and medical help including speech therapy etc all available.

AN idea of the feeling you get at our new practice :

Born in the wrong country


So sometimes I feel that really deep deep down in my soul I am actually a mixture of spanish, italian and a few kinds of south american.

I love to dance. Even in the light. Even in the night when no-one else is. Even in the sun shining day. Even in the hay. I just love it. I love the beat. I love music with a beat. I love music with a soul, and I love a community that embraces that as do the afore-mentioned.

As south africans and (I am told as men) dancing is something learnt whilst drunk and can only be performed in such a state and the window is quite narrow as once too many drinks are on board the physical act of standing is even hard.

So I am native to another country and my soul beats that drum.

It would be so great though if as south africans (at least) we could embrace the person who is dancing instead of rejecting, dissing and naming and shaming them.

Just a thought.

Different is not bad and it should not be intimidating. It certainly should not ever invoke nastiness.

As a nation (at least the privileged part thereof) we tend to be quite critical as well as sharp with our words. We tend to be a little arrogant and set in certain ways we call our own. There is nothing wrong with our own ways but by the same token there is also nothing wrong with another way ?

Death Oh who art thou?


To lose a loved one is one of the hardest things for me. I am so unsettled by it, especially if it is someone my age or younger. Because I am young. And Death is so definite.

At someone’s memorial or funeral one expects to gain closure and to get some kind of “feeling” that the world is upright again. But alas it is not always so.

My “friendus” Mark Reynolds was a larger than life person who was always going to defeat death until he didn’t. I met Mark on the “kleuterskool” play ground in a small town called Tzaneen where english speakers were in the minority. There were 3 of us : Mark, Vivienne and myself.

We played on the “baantjie” and said ” get away, get away” a lot. We forged a friendship right there and then that lasted an eternity (I hope). Death confuses me and many of the things I hope for (faith) elude my desire for confirmation thereof.

Throughout junior and high school we played, we learned, we experimented. Mark was the first to offer me a cigarette -menthol nogal. I tried it, hated it and it convinced me lifelong that I would not smoke. We hiked in the gorgeous agatha forest, slid down the rocks. We laughed so much mostly our sides split.

We rode horses in Sabie – galloping into eternity together.

More recently Mark attended my sister and my wedding. I will never forget Mark giving my bemused husband-to-be a flower as was his custom.

Mark’s laugh was one of those that triggered others to laugh and not stop. His smile captivated. His heart was one the most beautiful I have ever seen. He sacrificed so much for others – his important others.

In love I believe he was let down so badly it still hurts me. He painted out of that and gave up on romantic love – which is so so desperately sad but I believe he was trying to self preserve. For me this is so tragic as he was a gorgeous soul and the love between 2 people – true romantic love as it were is something that can take one to heights that nothing else can- and it did – only it dropped him too (as it does many).

He had so much to give – in life and love.

Taken way way too soon, I just don’t understand and I guess never will.

What I know is that we must live here now, and make each minute count. We must cherish each other in the moment. Be present in the moment and live each as if the last.

 

To Mark – my “friendus” ignite heaven as I know you will with your soul. Devastate them with the joy that radiates out of it. The deeper the sorrow carves into your being the more joy it can contain. I love you and I always will.

Celebrate and live each minute


Our time on earth is limited by a number none of us know. The quality that we experience depends almost entirely on us – each one, in our own capacity.

Life is very short for some and interminably long for others. The enigma is that there is no way of knowing.

Where does that leave us each, individually?

Life is a strange bag of tricks and boils down to little more that about 40-60 years on average of a daily slog : waking, working, paying for things, sleeping. And yet it can be so much more. It can be.

It depends entirely on your own self. The quality of each minute. The minutes add up and create memories. But essentially if you are not present in the present and enjoying that very minute wholeheartedly it may be a wasted minute, hour, life.

I wish we knew in a way. The hours we each had and the moments that we should make count.

But we don’t.

Perhaps only when you lose a loved one do you re-evalute life on a minute to minute basis.

Today actually counts for more than you think and if you understand that in the realm of time and space we are each such a small inconsequent speck that may or may not live another day, surely it’s worth making this very minute worth it.

Sorrow and sadness fill my being for the loss of a life so huge at some moments and so full of the very essence of life. He lived indeed and took the time to make it special. I so hope that one day I will understand the reason we have a this life and a “death” or after life. I certainly don’t today.