Where are your wings? What happened to them? When did you last fly?
What have you done with your wings?
When I ask those questions, everyone has a sense of what I am saying. Even though they are not very rational questions. Or rather, they are not very left brain questions. Not questions that are rooted in ordinary reality.
Yet we all know what is being said. Many of us instinctively think, feel or touch between our shoulder blades. We all understand what is being asked when I say,
This morning, on the way to my writing studio, I bumped into Little Red Riding Hood. True, we were not in a forest, but overlooking the Kalk Bay Harbour. She darted into the take away deli, her cloak and hood blowing around her in the wind. It was a blue velvet cloak and she wore black tights and booties. Her cheeks were rosy red circles, highlighted with blusher. She was small and dainty. She was blonde. She was definitely Little Red Riding Hood.
It occurred to me that the world is just one big fairy tale. Any fairy tale –...
I really don't like labels. Whether it's the dress designer kind, the personality typing kind, or sector labels in the bookstores.
I don't like the confinement labelling creates. The way labelling controls. Misleads. Creates illusion. Labels do more brainwashing that a host of cults. They create expectation. Take away free thinking, and dull vision. Labels make us lazy. They take us out of present time. Then we don't see what is in front of us any more.
Not only does a label create a framework and expectation, but the mind,...
My mother kept a shrine in the kitchen. It was not a very big or very grand affair.
A flame in a glass, in front of an icon, on
top of the kitchen cupboard, in the far right hand corner.
The flame was in a small drinking glass. Clear, with vertical grooves running halfway up its length. Water filled most of it, topped with oil. A small metal disc with a tiny wick through the middle floated in the centre of the oil. The wicks were white, bubblegum pink or blue.
The oil lamp on my mother's shrine was kept burning day and night....
Not that long ago, an entire generation of people were content to go to work, come home, raise their children, and go to the beach for their holidays once a year. They owned one car, one television, one radio and one telephone. If they were lucky.
People counted themselves fortunate to own a modest house, put food on the table and have a pretty garden with a picket fence. They were over the moon if one of their children went to university. They were content.
As a child I remember this sense of contentment emanating from my p...
Many years ago, John Lennon wrote a song which became an anthem.
In it, he asked the people of the world to imagine. He asked us to imagine a better world, a better future. One without war, patriotism, or division due to possessions and religion.
The future is constantly being created for us. By the news, the media, movies, family and friends. Mostly, it's created out of fear. We are presented with pictures of the negative. A conglomerate of all the don't wants and the what ifs. An extrapolated conclusion based on things cha...
There is book written decades ago called 'don't sweat the small stuff'. That title has crept into our language, but I want to challenge it here.
It's all about the small stuff. That's the difference between failure and success. Health and disease. Living a happy or unhappy life. It comes down to the detail.
Now it's 6:30 am as I start this blog, which was prompted by my having to move the rug downstairs just a bit, so that it lines up with the edge of the kitchen counter, as I waited for my coffee to brew. It looks better th...
We definitely need bucket loads of it to live in this world.
There is so much happening which is downright scary! Some of it preposterous!
How do we keep the forces of chaos at bay? How do we maintain calm and equilibrium, let alone whistle a happy tune, or get cheerful enough about the future that we can plan and dream?
It's a challenge. A challenge whose face is different the world over, morphing month to month and year on year. We could probably agree, that if there was a name for this age, it would be the age of challenge...
As we start off the Chinese & Tibetan New Year, the old year has ended. Sounds Irish I know... And this makes me think of endings.
How things end will herald new beginnings. Sloppy, sulky, unpolished endings leave unfinished business, incomplete cycles and create obstacles to moving forward – in any field.
This may be in business – at the end of a partnership, job, project. In personal relationships – at a break up, separation, or end of friendship. In random encounters – at the completion of a building renovatio...
It's the secret to a good cappuccino, a great meal, an extraordinary salesman or a great fashion house.
Take this flat white I'm having here today, in the same coffee shop as yesterday. Yesterday, I could barely drink it for fear I would turn into a yeti and stay up dancing through the week – that's how strong it was. Today, it resembles a latte.
Now we aficionados of the daily coffee, expect one thing – consistency.
We want this morning's coffee to taste as good as it did yesterday, last week, or last month, and expect the s...