Category Archives: love

Royal Wedding what a splendiferous treat!


So rarely in one lifetime is one treated to 2 royal weddings as spectacular as that of Diana and that of Meghan the Marvellous Markle.

My heart shon with joy all day long.

What absolutely divine presence of God during the entire day!

The love -pure love between Harry and Meghan is something that God desires for all of us. The fact that it is so rare is sad and a travesty.

NEVER under-estimate the power of love. That reading from Song of Solomon personifies what God intended for love and the outflow and the overflow of love.

Yes I am lyrical. Indeed. This is what my heart has always told me quietly and boldly.

Also the fact that I discovered a beautiful example of love quite by chance. I had always just assumed that Harvey (Gabriel Macht) was a player. Wow what a lovely special gift to see he’s been married for 14 years and #Ilovemywife, was his comment – it made! my day.

Yes LOVE does exist. Indeed.

Meghan you are a diamond and Harry the way you love is how every gentleman on earth should!

We are all people, we share the “commons”” of man of human kind so to speak. And yet we make it all so complicated. God ordained for us to love each other as we love ourselves. Yet so little self love in this world and so little love for one another – despite creed, culture or colour. Be the love today. Thanks Meghan and Harry and Diana for your shining example with NO words of pure redeeming LOVE.

 

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Alles van jou …


Afrikaans poetry is just my best,

Via jou :

Vra my wysheid Ek verwys jou Ignoreer my Ek upstage jou My meningspyling onderskei jou Jy speel saam want ek verlei jou Ek wil vertaal in waterverf dimensies Ek wil verdwaal en nooit weer hoef te wens nie As ek naby is aan jou As ek naby is aan jou Deur die skare soek ek net na jou Jaar na jaar, jy’s al wat ek onthou Al die kitare speel weer net vir jou Serenade, sang en dans vir jou Ek gaan nooit verloor nie Ek gaan nooit wen nie Jou ten volle verstaan Of ken nie Maar ek is useless sonder jou Ek is useless sonder jou Ek lewe klein en uncomplicated Die een fout is so underrated As ek naby is aan jou As ek naby is aan jou In n kroeg of in n kerk As ons slaap of as ons werk Ons is swak maar ons is sterk Ons is vry maar in geveg Sonder liefde het ons niks Sonder liefde is daar niks Sonder liefde is ek niks Sonder liefde Deur die skare soek ek net na jou Jaar na jaar, jy’s al wat ek onthou Al die kitare speel weer net vir jou N serenade, sang en dans vir jou Ooh ooh ooh Net vir jou

 Hard to translate because the words themselves are enriched with a meaning that is really almost untranslatable – certainly with word for word. One needs a whole sentence to try and impart the deep deep meaning.
Just felt I had to share, anyone who has not heard any of our richly talented artists. There is honestly a treasure chest full of delights to delve into.

A peace poem


some times frogs boil

some times minds foil

sticks and stones can not hurt nearly as much as words, ever

some times I wish I lived in the land of never never

hearts beat strong

lives live long

and actually sometimes there is even a king kong

world’s collide

sometimes divide

the crashing waves of hurt subside

and peace can become the normal tide

life is a pulse

a heart beat or two

so simple yet so complex

rather not be constantly vexed

peace is a path

chosen

on purpose

our lives a tapestry recorded and finite

choices all ours and have an impact into eternity

weird to think

sometimes a heart sink

and yet a choice

let peace be your choice

 

 

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February the month of love


Love love the big love. Which organ serves you most in love?

Is it the heart ? Or could it be the brain?

Could it be the gut??

Are the gut and the brain connected? Is the heart just a pump or it the seat of the soul there?

Love is patient love is kind. Love is in essence a pure distilled un-muddied thing.

Yet the process of love is very muddy.

We all yearn for it, even the toughest amongst us. Even the hardest of the hard, well some would argue they yearn for it more. In more ways than one 😉

The body is a vessel that contains so much, working in synergy, a whole lot of stuff being co-ordinated on a minute to minute basis. A miracle indeed.

Physical, biological, chemistry and so much much more! Then throw emotion in there. It’s a wonder we can “contain” it all.

I will end with my favourite Kalil Gibran ” The deeper the sorrow carves into your being, the more joy it can contain.” Sad but happy.

 

The wounded healer


For Jung, “a good half of every treatment that probes at all deeply consists in the doctor’s examining himself… it is his own hurt that gives a measure of his power to heal. This, and nothing else, is the meaning of the Greek myth of the wounded physician.

I have just read a great article about depression and doctors and how poorly it is managed amongst doctors. But the concept of a wounded healer has always fascinated me. As has healing. As have healers.

I am intrigued that is takes wounding to heal. And yet I guess in a karma kind of way it makes sense.

Indeed intriguing that there is power to heal. Frightening on some level.

History also confounds me and implores me to explore it. Ancient texts and characters of the past beckon to me to learn from them. Long before modern medicine existed healing existed. Long before the dawn of todays many western ideas ancient cultures treated dis ease successfully. We are here after all and did not die out as a species.

I respect deeply the ancients. I respect suffering and wounding. In a sense it is a teacher.

Grappling with self, wrestling with self is possibly also a part of this?

Wounded. In a process of healing.

To love or not to love


I wonder upon love today. It is to me a great enigma. A very odd journey that seems confused a very great majority of the time.

Inborn, inbreed a deep hole of desire that reaches out like tendrils in an almost constant fashion and is either requited or unrequited. If only the majority of cups were full I think the world would be a better place.

Understanding each other, men and women, is all at once extremely complicated and sublimely simple. A choice really. A dying to self. Some are not capable.

The love of another seems something no man (or woman) can do without and yet so few have their innermost deep yearning fulfilled.

Some of us choose wrong, some of us make very big mistakes that can’t be undone. Some of us are just too strong willed. Sad really. Intimacy makes for greater inner strength if the sum of two parts is greater than themselves on their own and also makes a way stronger soul fly much higher on another plane.

Loving is indeed dying in many ways. Some just can not or will not die and so will never fly. Not on earth in this finite body.

And yet dying to self can be so freeing.

Love is certainly not only physical, it is so much more.

Love is strong, in it resides the greatest power there is in this world. So few are able to access it – a good thing in a sense.

So, love, reserved only for a few. Some only experience it in the twilight zone of their lives once life has ground away the rot that must go. Some are born lights of love and it shines out of every pore from day one and grows steadily in a selfless way for all to see it unmistakably.

Requited love oh what a thing, can move mountains. Unrequited seems to turn into a horrible monster that destroys much both physical and spiritual. Oh that it could all be requited.