I looked at all of the New Year messages that came through on Facebook. Physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually, people want 2018 to be not only a fulfilling year but a year of change! I considered my beautiful ‘shit-hole’ country, South Africa. A diverse land made up of beautiful towns, mountains, rivers, deserts and forests.
We cousins were locked upstairs! The gate leading downstairs had been closed, preventing us from entering the lounge. Instead we gazed longingly at the shut door. We all knew what lay behind it. “I heard Father Christmas’s sleigh bells last night,” my baby sister, Megan, said excitedly, “and I woke up this morning and there
There is so much need in the world. I sometimes look at the state of my town and people around me and heave a deep regretful sigh. Mark Booysen also saw the needs of those around him. He too heaved a deep regretful sigh. And decided to do something about it. Mark had been working
Grantleigh College! I had been asked to speak at the Valedictory Service by Janet McGrath (nee Maiden). She knew me from way back in my past, when I was at Durban University. “ I was a couple of years younger than you. I used to look after you in sheer envy and admiration as you
‘In the absence of sleep, my restless nights have been fuelled by my overactive imagination, weaving waking dreams onto the canvas of conception. Filling my head with lots of ideas waiting to be born into reality. I am eager to return to my beautiful mistress, Creation!’ Jaeda DeWalt I love the sky. Every night at
Predestination. Karma. Fate. Call it what you will. The Lord smiles as my life rolls in and out of its predestined plan. As a result of my fall from the stage, my life as an actress ended. What do I do now, I thought. Panic and terror about the future engulfed me. It was too much
“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.” ― Jorge Luis Borges Life is an open book. We each have our individual stories that we play out in our own different ways. We have plans, ambitions and desires but life takes over. I look at the chapters of my life thirty
“I had never seen the jungle. They fed me behind bars from an iron pan, till one night I felt I was Bagheera – the Panther – and no mans plaything and I broke the silly lock with one blow of my paw and came away; and because I had learned the ways of men,
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. ~Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet There is something inexpressibly special about birthday cards. When I was small, my little hands could not wait to tear off the wrapping paper to get to the present underneath.
As a young child, I discovered Mums had left her makeup drawer open. I dragged across a nearby chair and clambered up eagerly. I stared down at Mums’ makeup in delight. There were all her lipsticks. They seemed to positively glow and jostle up at me invitingly. My little hand reached out for the brightest