Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
I was lying in bed last night thinking of Caleb Swanepoel. I wrote a blog on him. He is the young man whose leg was bitten off by a shark. I met him in George Medi-Clinic recently, whilst visiting Mum. The thought of him lying in bed with only one and a quarter legs was
“A happy birthday is measured not in the amount of gifts one gets, but in the amount love one receives.” Todd Stocker Today I turn thirteen! I look at my watch. Quarter to three in the morning. Still another three hours before everyone is awake and up. I thump my pillow and lie back down.
‘I believe the God who’s holding me up is bigger than my circumstances. And I’m going to enjoy the process of seeing how He works in what should be, otherwise, miserable, hard circumstances – may we find the joy that God has for us…..’ Philippians 1:12-26 My Mother has spent the past month in and
My parents ‘had a farm in Africa at the foot of the….’ Outeniqua Mountains! I look at photographs from that time and I smile. These were city people who began farming. They farmed hops, tangerines, sheep and cattle. And they ended up with a menagerie of all kinds of pets. Foxy was a black and
In the past, on every girls wedding present list was a famed dinner service – Wedgwood, Crown Derby, Minton, to name but a few. This treasured wedding present was then brought from the depths of sideboards and into use on high days and holidays. It was far too expensive to be used every day. God
There are so many differing worlds within our world. There is the world on ground. The world from above. The world beneath the water. I will tell you how I explored the world in so many different ways while I was on holiday in the Caribbean. I had met Guy when he came to South
I had a brainwave! My friend, B, was going up to Johannesburg on the 14th because her flight departed from O.R. Tambo Airport on the 15th. Why not fly up to Jo’burg with her and then go to the Naledi Awards that evening? The Naledi Awards are the Johannesburg theatre awards held in Gold Reef
Why is it that no matter how old we are, we still refer to our teachers by their surname?! Thirty-five years after leaving my school, Brescia House, I met up with my old sports teacher, Ms Hillcoat. She told me her Christian name was Heather, Heather Hillcoat. Do you have any idea how difficult it
A long time ago in ’67 A little boy was roaming on the beach, When all of a sudden he heard a plaintive cry, So near yet so far out of reach. He looked behind a rock so tall and there before his eyes Was an oil soaked seagull lying there, Windswept with pain in
“Where are you kids off to?” “We’re going over to the O’Reagan’s” I shouted as I headed for my bike. “We’re gonna jol arlies!” my brother shouted as his bike swung into the road. (Translation: We’re gonna play marbles!) “Listen for my whistle!” That was how we knew when it was time to head for
