Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
“Sometimes, people come up to me when I am knitting and they say things like, “Oh, I wish I could knit, but I’m just not the kind of person who can sit and waste time like that.” How can knitting be wasting time? First, I never just knit; I knit and think, knit and listen,
“Misty, water coloured memories of the way we were…..” Memories. That is how a person lives on once they have left this world. Joan Brickhill died on the 15th January 2014. She led a life that formed so many memories in masses of people’s lives. She is
“The best thing about the future is that is comes one day at a time” Abraham Lincoln **** One of my Facebook ‘friends’ recently wrote a comment on Facebook that really tugged at my heart. She had clearly lost two people close to her. I sent her a private message saying
You might think blogging is simply a matter of writing good articles. Oh no, believe you me, there is more to it than that. One needs to “market” one’s blog, otherwise how else do people know it exists? So to do this, I began an ‘ear ‘ear Facebook Page and
I am about to lead you into the enchanting world of The Strydom Gallery’s 45th Summer Exhibition. The name Strydom is synonymous with top quality SA art, and has been since 1968 when the Gallery was started by art connoisseur Matthys Strydom. Wow, Gaynor must really be clued up on art, you may
This month is Movember! As you all probably know, November/Movember is responsible for the sprouting of millions of moustaches around the world. With their Mo’s, men heighten awareness about prostate and testicular cancer as well as raising vital funds for further research into these diseases. I applaud this idea. Yes, certainly. But it is hellish
“To develop a complete mind: Study the science of art; Study the art of science; Learn how to see. Realise that everything is connected to everything else.” Leonard de Vinci
“But I don’t understand! Why does she prefers the stuff that comes out of a bottle to…to me?” Shania looked up at Brenda beseechingly. Brenda, a worker at Kidstop, put out her arms and held the little girl close. She sobbed as if her heart would break. “My Mummy holds me like this, when she’s…when
While in Cape Town I had lunch with an old friend of mine whom I hadn’t seen for simply ages. It was so good seeing Susan Danford once more. I was reminded of how much I like her! She told me of this class that she and a friend organised for underprivileged women. They all
“Smile the while And while you smile Another smile smiles And after a while There are miles of smiles And life’s worthwhile Because you smiled.” My Gran wrote that for me when I was nine years old. When I think of her, I smile. She was that kind of person. Thinking back on
