It’s breakfast time and Jaden, my then-6-year-old, looks up at me, woebegone.“Mummy, are you going to die?”“No Jadie, my body will die, but I’ll get a new one (there is a God), and my spirit will never die.”“No, I mean your body Mummy.”“Yes Jadie, my body will die someday.”Crestfallen, “That makes me very sad, because … Continue reading Your way around the world
TAKE 10: MADE TO REIGN
I can’t balance. Seriously, if my mum was still alive, I’d ask her a bunch of things, but this first: was I an inert blob my first 6 months, when this part of me was meant to develop? What came easy to others, didn’t to me. One twirl would leave me nauseous. Handstand comps were … Continue reading TAKE 10: MADE TO REIGN
TAKE 9: HAVING A WHY TO LIVE FOR
I love watching my daughter dance – the arc of her arm, the angle of her body mid-leap. She becomes something ‘other’, as well as her most beautiful self. Sometimes when she’s dancing, my gaze drifts to her teacher, always attentive. And I wish I could see with her eyes, for she envisioned the grace … Continue reading TAKE 9: HAVING A WHY TO LIVE FOR
TAKE 8: DONE. RUN.
Done with lies, over truth, Done with all that would shrink, dilute. Done with stumbling, done with defeat, Done with slavery, done with no meat. Done with voids, that won’t be filled, Done with doubt, that would see me spilled. Done with fear, done with shame, Done with all that would steal my name. Done … Continue reading TAKE 8: DONE. RUN.
TAKE 7: JOY TO THE WORLD
I’m hiding behind a hedge. Jacket over pajamas. Bunny slippers. And I think I’ve been spotted. REWIND. 8H20…7H55…7H26……7H04…. “Muuuum! MUM WAKE UP!” Eye flutter. “Mum, it’s 7 o’clock! Didn’t you set the alarm?” Fact: we use only 0.01% of our brains. Yes, the decimal’s in the right place. So, it’s seriously impressive what it computes, … Continue reading TAKE 7: JOY TO THE WORLD
TAKE 6: BELIEF BLUEPRINT
It’s Saturday morning, and I’m standing in the rain on the edge of the Rondebosch rugby field. The pitch is a mud pit. The Bosch opposition look like they’ve been raised on steroids. A few meters away, the boys in blue are in a huddle with their coach. Clear and bold, his voice carries to … Continue reading TAKE 6: BELIEF BLUEPRINT
TAKE 5: NO OTHER WAY
I like Richard Dawkins. Qualifier. I like some things about Richard Dawkins. He’s a well-known atheist and author of many best sellers, probably the most touted being The God Delusion. He’s also one of those behind the British Atheist Bus Campaign, aimed to convey “peaceful and upbeat” messages about atheism. I like the way he … Continue reading TAKE 5: NO OTHER WAY
TAKE 4: NOT ABOUT ME
Flip, this has been a hard post. As my Cockney mates say, “Blimey, I’ve been proper stuck.” Nuff said. Or, as my pink- sock, corduroy -wearing (male) Toff friends quip, “I’ve been betwixt and between dahling”. Kiss kiss. Why? Live beautifully. Make your life a masterpiece. Will someone please tell me what that’s meant to look … Continue reading TAKE 4: NOT ABOUT ME
TAKE 3: PLAYING SAMURAIS
TAKE 1: DO NOT GO GENTLE
Coconut oil on my hair, Dr Ho between my legs, Darwin’s Doubt in my hands. So, it begins. My day. Well not quite. It began at 3am when I woke up soaked, thanks to what my girlfriends tell me are peri -menopause night sweats. After changing, I google “peri” and discover my nocturnal perspiring has … Continue reading TAKE 1: DO NOT GO GENTLE
Beauty has a name 