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“Soul”it ude …https://www.solitude.org.za


This last weekend I had the joy and priveledge of going to a creative retreat at solitude in the dargle near Howick. What a soul re-juvenation ๐Ÿ™‚

One’s own journey is a precious thing, one’s own creative journey in my opinion even more precious, like precious on steroids ๐Ÿ™‚

What I discovered on my very excited to share return was that one’s personal journey is not as relevatory to others as it was to one’s self.

Lesson learnt ๐Ÿ™‚

For me it was cathartic, connecting to myself, releasing in a high release way as well as calming, coo-ing almost in the best way possible, rocking in a hammock kind of gentleness, presence and preciousness.

We did all sorts of “arty” things not for creation sake but more for the journey sake and connecting to one’s inner child. The wisdom that was downloaded to each of us was profound, gentle and powerful. Sometimes the simple in life is the key. And happiness is an elusive gift just within our reach.

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End of year madness … or is it gladness?


Another year 2018 has come and gone in the literal blink of an eye. I find myself looking back aghast at 8 years gone by in a jack flash. So much joy and so much agony. A kaleidoscope really. A train smash storm born delight. So much and yet so little.

Life is a lesson if nothing else. And I guess right now I am just terrified that I have too little time left here, now, deep in the poison garden to borrow some words from one of my favourite poems ever ever.

To recap 2018, it started with a transkei soul filler in January at Zithulele and interestingly in november topped off with a similar soul collide. I do love it when souls collide, slip and slide and joy errupts.

February the month of love seemed full of long hard days of work and figuring out pain.

March and easter arrived too soon, a lovely camping trip with friends in the cobham berg marked the kind of first quarter’s end and did a lot to boost the love tank.

April, well a month of decisions and immense pain one I shall sooner forget.

May, my birthday month had some snippets of great support by friends and reflection.

June and July the winter of the year, also just seem to full of work. But a wonderful wonderful time in the snowy mountains learning to ski, putting a hole in a sump and finding treasures in Barkley East of all places as well as the most exquisite mountains – the guardians in Elliot of even more strange and wonderful and undiscovered unrecognised places.

August was yesterday more great work. September the air filled with spores and pollen, we sneezed and bloomed. October too.

November and here we are December!

Shoo, looking back I am excited to look forward. Right now it’s hard to lift my foot even 10 cm and I feel that a good hibernate sleep of 2 weeks would not be enough. But I vow to be back in Jan2019 rejuvenated, joyous and full of brimming life for the little bit of time (hopefully at least 50 years) that I have left :):)

At this time o’ joy – I shall be joyous

Love, what is that?


Life, love, chemicals, spiritual being ? What are we?

We meet, we relate, we may even marry. We miraculously and seamlessly produce children who are part of both of us. They are quite a lot of work to bring up. Moms generally bear the brunt of this “work”. But is it work? Is it not also love, life, chemical, spiritual interaction?

We fight, we break up, we subject the parts of us to separation.

In this crazy process is there not a better way?

Communication of sorts, sharing of sorts ?LIfe, chemicals, spiritual interaction, I am sorry please forgive me, I love you. The breaking down of barriers?

Just too sad to even contemplate why not? Why it’s not possible ? Love life chemistry, spiritual connection? Perhaps if it never existed it can not be resurrected? Is that a fair way of analysis or is there a deeper thought? Love is certainly a conundrum and perhaps it is just way simpler and we make it way complicated.

Type 1 managed at home from the start


Outside of a patient arriving in a DKA (diabetic ketoacidosis) one can actually manage them at home from the offset. Yes this may well be a bit controversial, however, in my opinion subjecting a whole family to hospital admission of 10 days at the start of such a huge ordeal is controversial too.

There are many arguments for both sets of management.

My personal feeling is that a hospital is a very traumatic place to be. To subject an entire family to 10 days in an institution with bad food and light far away from home is akin to a concentration camp.

Trauma is also about how it is managed and the calmer, better slept “managed” parents and children do better I believe.

Type 1 diabetes is an absolute lack of insulin. There need to be multiple mind shifts that occur and this requires calmness and astuteness. It is very easy to manage in this day and age what with excellent new insulins as well as cheaper CGM availability.

We currently have an epidemic of type 1 diagnoses. If I learnt anything from Larry Distiller (guru and endocrinologist) it was step back, take a deep breath and apply the knowledge you have calmly. This is the dictum I follow with great success.

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Venus and Mars and the stars beyond thars,…


So I feel that I should have a little say about the whole Serena debacle which is far from Serene to say the least.

There is unfairness for sure.

There is discrimination for sure.

Osaka is both gracious and amazing to have beaten Serena.

Trevor Noah hits it on the button – watch his clip on this.

Google it on YOU tube …:) go on I dare you

 

Kana Uchema …


Karen Zoid and Yvonne Chaka Chaka have recently done this song, written in Venda Shona , what a beautiful language ….what beautiful words.

I had never even heard it spoken until the day I downloaded the song, I actually had to google it. And I have lived here in south africa since I was born. We have such huge talent in the beautiful land.karenyvonne

Karen is amazing at showcasing that. An amazing singer, human.

(Verse 1)
Iwe Neni
Ngatingova neyi nyika
Ndochido changu
Kugona uchinyemwerera

(Verse 2)
Ganda rako raka svibirira
Vhudzi rako raka fanana nerangu
Hukama hunoti batanidza
Newe makore akawanda

(Chorus)
Kana uchema
Ndinonzwa mwoyo wangu kurwadziwa x2

(Verse 3)
Mai nemwana
Varere wakafa musango
Apo mumwe murume aripa dambudziko
Muzita rehondo

(Ad-libs)
Taridza rudo rushoma
When you cry
When you cry
Donโ€™t you cry brother
Donโ€™t you cry sister

I feel it
I feel the cry

Karen Mashed this with the lyrics of linger into it – truly inspired. We are able to do so much more in this country. Love Karen, Love the queen of africa, go ladies and all talented people of south africa.

Taridza rudo rushoma …

When you cry I am here for you brother, sister.

Watched Karen and her band live on thursday evening with my girls and it was just as spine chilling as she always is. THanks for your sunshine in my day.

 

Back in the office


After the most special trip to the eastern cape we returned full of love joy and hope and I am back in the office : 0832898351 ๐Ÿ™‚

Some amazing spots : The henry barkley bnb in Barkley East, the alpine swift in Rhodes and the Guardians lodge in Elliot – special amazing, reasonable, divine !!! Time out is really awesome.