Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
I watched the dancers moving to a music I could no longer hear. Their bodies swayed and moved to a hidden beat. There was laughter, hand clapping, stamping and twirling. I wished that I still possessed a little of the grace I used to have. I would have enjoyed to have been a part of
I used to be a really good cook! My family heard this comment and promptly burst into raucous laughter! “You were never a good cook, Gaye! You made a great mince dish, but that was it!” I beg to differ. I used to make a mean spinach soup, and my casseroles were renowned! I certainly
‘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
“This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea.” ― William Shakespeare I think
Libby is my aunt. I dislike using that word when describing Libs. ‘Aunt’ somehow seems to take away what Libby is to me. She is so much more than a mere aunt. Libs is my phenomenal, remarkable Other-Mum! As a child, I devoured the Enid Blyton’s book series Malory Towers and St Clares. As a
“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,
Funny Girl. How I wanted to see this show. It was playing in Cape Town at the Fugard Theatre and three of my friends, Diane Wilson, Michelle Maxwell and Kate Normington were in it. I had worked with all three of them in various productions and had been following their comments closely on Facebook ever
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.
