Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
Gym is a different place to different people. A place of torture; a place of fun; a place of embarrassment; a place to ‘strut your stuff’! I have found that it is a great place to keep this squonk body of mine moving. With brain damage it is more difficult to do things. I am
When a man wants to murder a tiger, it’s called sport; when the tiger wants to murder him it’s called ferocity. George Bernard Shaw *** “Did you see the way he licked me on the nose?” she giggled, “It was so rough! He really liked me, Dion. I expected him to break out into ginormous
I have this friend, Ynor. Yeah, Ynor and Gaynor. Great pair we make, huh! When Dad died, realising that I no longer had a lift to gym, Ynor offered to come three kilometres out of her way and fetch me for my early morning ritual at the Virgin Gym! During the past four years we
Gillian came into steam bath, her limp and slightly spastic left hand were clearly evident. Here was someone like me. She was wearing a blue baseball cap which covered her shaved head. It’s odd but I like shaved heads on some women. Those with beautiful facial bone structure actually look stunning. This woman’s prominent cheekbones
All things come to an end, good and bad. ‘ear ‘ear blog 2014 draws to a close. Now it is time for my holiday. I will be back in 2015! My blogs have spoken about all manner of things. I hope that they have been shining a light on the feelings of the time. My
It was a “Gruck” evening! An “Eskom-Gruck” evening! I sat in the dark with my candles burning around me. In actual fact, my bedroom looked quite good in this blackout. The flames from the candles surrounding me, cast wonderful shapes on my wall hanging. My beautiful stained glass lamps caught the candle flames and laughingly
Most of us remember that nursery rhyme: To market, to market, To buy a fat pig, Home again, Home again, Jiggety Jig! I go “to market” every Saturday and while never buying a fat pig I certainly come home each week with a Jiggety Jig in my step! Deon and Kobie Mocke are the architects
In the Little Karoo, while sitting in the Lazy Lizard Coffee Shop, on the back of the menu, I found this poem. It rather delighted me. I want to share it with you….. Karoo Wilderness A ribbon of treacle running north to south Flight of the eagle, squeak of the mouse, A hiccup of hills
“He remembers what the spiritual visionary, Wallace Black Elk, a Lakota said – man’s scratching of the earth causes diseases like cancer. He meant the mining and drilling for coal, gas, oil, uranium. The scratching brings up the things deep in the earth that should have stayed down there.” ― J.J. Brown, Brindle 24 We
A five year old boy sitting on a step, hugging a pair of new shoes. The look of sheer joy and enthralled delight on his face is breathtaking. This photograph is from “The Best of Life : 37 Years of Pictures.” I saw it when I was at university and it has remained etched in
