Cycling out of the ashes!
Writer Published on March 24, 2017

I arrived in Cape Town for the ‘Argus’! No, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t actually doing it. My sixteen year old nephew, Campbell and my two besties, B and Jans, were participating. My role was to support and cheer them along. The ‘Argus’ or Cape Town Cycle Tour as it is now called, covers

The Rearing Cobra & Me!
Writer Published on March 10, 2017

I am on my second round of Botox injections! No, I don’t now have full, rounded Julia Roberts-like luscious lips. There are actually no changes to my face. I am using Botox as it is meant to be used – medically! When I stand in front of a mirror, I look okay. Nothing special. Nothing

On a Run & a Prayer!
Writer Published on February 24, 2017

My two friends are avid hikers. I too used to be mad about hiking but sadly due to my accident, those days are over. B, being aware of my longing, said to me: “Let’s go to the Botanical Gardens. You can have a great walk there and Perdita will love it.” Walking around a garden

A Canvas of Colour!
Writer Published on February 10, 2017

This black and white photograph is above my bed. A beautiful sand dune highlighted in light and shadow. It is resplendent in it’s starkness. No life is growing there. It’s shape curves through the whole picture. One’s eye travels down the curve to rest in the bottom right hand corner on a small tree. The

Surprise Yourself!
Writer Published on January 27, 2017

“If constellations had been named in the 20th century, I suppose we would see bicycles.” Carl Sagan I got into the pool and floated. The water felt deliciously cool. I rolled over and decided to swim a few lengths. After two, this swimming medalist at school, exhaustedly decided to stop and go back to floating.

Little things lead to big things!
Writer Published on January 13, 2017

We are already two weeks into 2017! I watched the year turn from 2016 to 2017. The seconds ticked towards midnight. 10, 9,8…seven more seconds of 2016 left. I had incredible things happen to me in 2016, there were also tears, frustrations, those frissons of complete and utter joy, sorrow and excitement. 2016 was…it was

Peace, Love & Joy???
Writer Published on December 16, 2016

I love this carol. Strangely enough, I am tremendously stirred to hear it sung by a single voice. It somehow makes me truly listen to the words. The words of carols are about peace, love and joy. Every Christmas, year after year, they are sung in different countries, in different languages. And yet how much

Drip!
Writer Published on December 2, 2016

Bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep The faucet keeps a-drippin’ and I can’t sleep Bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bloopbloop, bleep I guess I never should’ve ordered clam soup Bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep I better call the plumber ‘cause I just can’t Sloop, er blee, sleebleep, blooblee er sleeboo, bl.bl, blooslee, sleebloo…er Sleeeeeeeeeeeep! (An

My Garden of Love!
Writer Published on November 18, 2016

“A garden should make you feel you’ve entered privileged space – a place not just set apart but reverberant – and it seems to me that, to achieve this, the gardener must put some kind of twist on the existing landscape, turn its prose into something nearer poetry.” Michael Pollan, Second Nature: A Gardener’s Education

Grats!
Writer Published on November 4, 2016

I remember as a child sitting at the dinner table and pushing Mums lamb stew around my plate. I battled with stew and lamb stew was the worst! “Gaynor, there are people in outer Mongolia that would be grateful for two spoonfuls of stew! Now would you please eat it up. All of it! It

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