Yes indeed !! No-one can gooi that song quite like Whitney Houston- and what better time than now to contemplate all the moments we had (or missed) in 2011 aah!! As I sit and ponder this issue of "the moment", Im thankful for the blessing of good coffee- I strongly feel that bad coffee is utterly vile -its like having really bad sex- you know what's supposed to happen, it feels vaguely familiar but it aint getting there honey!! No, the stoep will have good coffee and ambience.
Could 'Sex on the stoep' be the name of a new cocktail?
-What music is playing? It has to be sounds that you love and want to hear, no matter what everyone else might feel about it- permission is not needed and approval is optional.
So, today it's Whitney belting it out, because Im in that kind of mood! (And I will always love you...)Im thankful to my core for the stunning moments I experienced during this year- did I miss some?
Ive come to realise how important it is to work the moment and stay with it.
And yes, I had a perfect moment ........
How difficult is it to stay in the moment, fighting off the dread inside that tells you that if its too good to be true,it probably is to good to be true......
A single perfect moment might have to last you a life time- I hold on to it and give it a prominent position in my heart and mind.( The stoep helps you to focus on the turmoil inside your heart and you will start sifting through the mental roller desk of memories that are lurking around everywhere)
I feel its time to shred a few ugly ones......
Whitney sings: The ride with you was worth the fall... Better make sure the ride is worthwhile ne!!
So, the old man and his old wife are sitting on the stoep- the old man asks:"Whatever happened to our sexual relations?
The old woman answers:"I don't know- I don't think we even got a christmas card from them!
To all those, like me, who didn't get a card - condolences .......
May we all have the strenth to meet all the challenges and curve balls that will inevitably come-
Lekke New year + spread the love
Saturday 31 December 2011
Thursday 29 December 2011
So, lets get it on! (loove Marvin Gaye)
A stoep- a porch-a verandah-a stoop- whatever you want to call it, it is a safe place to contemplate and ponder this soapie called Life. A good stoep becomes like an old familiar friend- it has some herbs growing somewhere and beautiful and sentimental things that you want to see every day. You will make it comfortable for yourself as this is the one little corner on this mad planet that you can use as a soundboard-a haven if you will- the one place where the chair is to your specifications and where you can see people before they see you. Yes, I don't allow just anyone on my stoep no, as in this space I need peace and flow- you mess with it and you're gone! (We do know that some people just don't hear the black notes on the piano)I feel these emotional mutants must join a support group somewhere-just not on my stoep.
My stoep has heard many sobs from distraught teenagers and many stories of woe and we try and sort it out- and praise God, sometimes we succeed. I love it !! And sometimes the stoep is just quiet so that I can listen. In Africa we say that it takes a village to raise a child and this is indeed so, I came to the realisation a couple of months ago, that the village has never left me and that they were all talking at the same time in my addled head. The noise was deafening and I could hardly function properly. In Afrikaans we say;"My kop raas"' Your head is making a noise literally. I also realised that somewhere in this mad scramble to survive and be super mom and super teacher and washing and school and angst and menopause and getting older and and and...... TOOOOOO MUCH!!! So I followed in the beautiful Angela Basset's example. She went to Jamaica and I went to Ghana. Did I find my Tye Tieggs.............??
All I am prepared to say is that I got my groove back oh yes....( Please read 'The Music Lesson' by Victor Wootten) Suffice to say that I will not lose the groove to catch a note.
I stayed at 'Kokrobite Beach' at 'BigMillys backyard' and it was the best present I've ever given myself. I will post some pics soon but I seem to have misplaced a vital cd and and....... Yes I am not very good at computers at all but this situation is being remedied. Pics will be posted- thank the Lord for friends that love you because you're so dof sometimes!
This is of course also the time of year that we all want to sink into a bit of gloom as we contemplate the year behind us and shall we do the New Year's resolution thing again?? I decided that Im doing it differently this year. The truly astonishing aspect of this year is that I actually survived it at all and that Im still reasonably sane ( at least to people that don't know me)
I am counting all the blessings and I REFUSE TO BE SUCKED INTO THE QUICKSAND OF ANY INSULT- Maya Angelou says;'I may be changed by things that happen to me but I refuse to be reduced by it'. So I suffered some mental anguish and all sorts of neuroses (like the best of us) but here I am- groove intact and on my best Godess behaviour. Yes Maya-'Still I rise'
I am thankful that the menopause in all its horror has been and gone- Lets just be clear, menopause is weird ok? And there is no such thing as a 'hot flush' no, its just 'put your head in the oven till you're so hot that you want to rip off your skin' (I tried to do just that in a supermarket in the middle of our desert-freezing winter ugh)
The menopause left me a stunning present though, for the first time in my life I actually have a cleavage uhu! went up from a 34B to a healthy 36D- quite amazing and a blessing!
I am going to keep on counting the blessings and spreading the love as that is all that makes sense to me- It's as easy and difficult as that.
Could we possibly just try and spread some love? And I don't mean the random, emotionally detached sex that passes as love but the real thing-the I love you for what and who you are and I forgive and release the albatross around my neck yes?
Spread the love and love your physical stoep as we have to move onto the mental side of stoep sitting......
My stoep has heard many sobs from distraught teenagers and many stories of woe and we try and sort it out- and praise God, sometimes we succeed. I love it !! And sometimes the stoep is just quiet so that I can listen. In Africa we say that it takes a village to raise a child and this is indeed so, I came to the realisation a couple of months ago, that the village has never left me and that they were all talking at the same time in my addled head. The noise was deafening and I could hardly function properly. In Afrikaans we say;"My kop raas"' Your head is making a noise literally. I also realised that somewhere in this mad scramble to survive and be super mom and super teacher and washing and school and angst and menopause and getting older and and and...... TOOOOOO MUCH!!! So I followed in the beautiful Angela Basset's example. She went to Jamaica and I went to Ghana. Did I find my Tye Tieggs.............??
All I am prepared to say is that I got my groove back oh yes....( Please read 'The Music Lesson' by Victor Wootten) Suffice to say that I will not lose the groove to catch a note.
I stayed at 'Kokrobite Beach' at 'BigMillys backyard' and it was the best present I've ever given myself. I will post some pics soon but I seem to have misplaced a vital cd and and....... Yes I am not very good at computers at all but this situation is being remedied. Pics will be posted- thank the Lord for friends that love you because you're so dof sometimes!
This is of course also the time of year that we all want to sink into a bit of gloom as we contemplate the year behind us and shall we do the New Year's resolution thing again?? I decided that Im doing it differently this year. The truly astonishing aspect of this year is that I actually survived it at all and that Im still reasonably sane ( at least to people that don't know me)
I am counting all the blessings and I REFUSE TO BE SUCKED INTO THE QUICKSAND OF ANY INSULT- Maya Angelou says;'I may be changed by things that happen to me but I refuse to be reduced by it'. So I suffered some mental anguish and all sorts of neuroses (like the best of us) but here I am- groove intact and on my best Godess behaviour. Yes Maya-'Still I rise'
I am thankful that the menopause in all its horror has been and gone- Lets just be clear, menopause is weird ok? And there is no such thing as a 'hot flush' no, its just 'put your head in the oven till you're so hot that you want to rip off your skin' (I tried to do just that in a supermarket in the middle of our desert-freezing winter ugh)
The menopause left me a stunning present though, for the first time in my life I actually have a cleavage uhu! went up from a 34B to a healthy 36D- quite amazing and a blessing!
I am going to keep on counting the blessings and spreading the love as that is all that makes sense to me- It's as easy and difficult as that.
Could we possibly just try and spread some love? And I don't mean the random, emotionally detached sex that passes as love but the real thing-the I love you for what and who you are and I forgive and release the albatross around my neck yes?
Spread the love and love your physical stoep as we have to move onto the mental side of stoep sitting......
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