Archives for the month of: March, 2010

I don’t know who wrote this, but I received it via e-mail and wanted to share it.

Promise yourself …

To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind;
To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet;
To make all your friends feel that there is something in them;
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true;
To think only the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best;
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own;
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile;
To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others;
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble;
To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words, but in great deeds.
To live in the faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you.


Being a hippy woman, I rather enjoyed this …

These hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
They don’t fit into
little petty places.
These hips
are free hips
they don’t like to be held back.
These hips have never been enslaved
they go where they want to go,
they do what they want to do.
These hips are mighty hips.
These hips are magic hips.
I have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!

– Lucille Clifton

I have the wanderlust, thanks to various people going on roadtrips and weekends away. I’m pretty bleak that I don’t have an overseas trip planned for this April – March is usually the month of getting my visa sorted out and final bits and pieces in place for a holiday. I miss having that excitement and something to look forward to.

So I had to make a plan. Today I booked 7 nights in the Kruger National Park for my parents, my sister and myself. It is going to be a roadtrip and holiday rolled all into one. And you just cannot beat a bush holiday. I cannot wait.

2008 was the first time I’d been back to the Kruger since I was about 5 years old, and I have no clear memories of that trip other than reminders on old reel-to-reel movies that my dad took back in the day. One thing I learnt during the 2008 trip … I love the bush!
I am so looking forward to driving through the bush, never knowing what animals you’re going to stumble upon, the morning and afternoon game drives, watching the sun rise and set, sitting around the fire, eating potbrood (thanks to my dad), listening to the lions roar at night when they’ve made a kill and the hyenas hanging around the camps. And peace and quiet, nothing around you but a vast expanse of bush. Bliss.

21 April 2007 – Almost three years. Three years of missing you.

I still cannot drive that road without thinking about that day. Your birthday. It was supposed to be a special day. It was an unforgettable day. I got the call and had to go to you. I had to drive through the panic, through the fear. I had to hear the words that you were gone. I had to make the calls to say that you were gone.

I held your hand while others milled around. I touched your face … your handsome face that wasn’t going to smile again. Your strong hands that would never hold mine again. I would never hear your laughter again, or your beautiful voice speaking to me.

My best friend. My soulmate. The one who got me! How do I make it through life without you?

Here I am, almost three years down the road, and the pain is still so real. I think about you constantly, sometimes with tears and sometimes with smiles. Never forgotten, my love!