The Slow Movement
I am finally back home in South Africa for the holidays and time is still a mystery. It flies when you want more of it and stands still at the most inconvenient moments. Sometimes I think that Time lets his children play around with the seconds and minutes and then they become muddled and out of sync.
Making a difference
Can I just say that life keeps surprising me. In so many good and bad ways. Today I mostly want to talk about the amazing ways. There is an ultimate design and my soul can feel it. Maybe my soul has known it all along, and my conscious mind is only now becoming aware.
Remember, Remember, the 5th of November…
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
As some people may know, the quote in the title is from V for Vendetta, a movie that I should really watch again (I also hear there is a book, so that is going on the To Read List). If you don’t recognise the name, I am sure you will know V’s mask when you see it. It has been a popular identifier for the hacker collective known as Anonymous, with a few others using it for their own entertainment.
Is there such a thing as too much thinking? I think there is. For the past few months I have been feeling slightly overwhelmed by they blogosphere and social media. I have read posts from so many amazing bloggers, and they each have their own unique and exquisite style. However, in the back of my mind I have constantly been searching for the ‘right’ way to blog. The ‘right’ way to write and speak my mind on this web of connections. Until today, when I decided to ask myself why am I doing this? Why am I looking for a guideline or approval from someone else? I didn’t have an answer. I felt lost. I was feeling that way more and more about life in general.
8 Halloween costume ideas, Friday the 13th and Birthdays past…
It’s finally October and time for Halloween, or so says the Pumpkin King. (Shamelessly referencing The Nightmare Before Christmas)
To some, Friday the 13th may be an ‘unlucky’ day. To me, Friday the 13th of 1968, was a very auspicious day and anything other than ‘unlucky’. A very special person was born on that day…
I am a huge fan of Mythology, Legend, Folklore, and anything else that is mystical with a dash of truth. I recall reading a story in Greek Mythology about a nymph named Echo, who was cursed by the Goddess Hera after Zeus (her unfaithful husband) took a liking to the nymph. After the curse, Echo is never able to speak her own mind again, she can only repeat the words of others. An unfortunate fate, as anyone would agree. So why do some of us choose to bestow this curse upon ourselves?
A hop, skip and a jump away.
What. A. Day. It’s been a lot longer than 24 hours but it feels like less and ten times more, all at the same time.
I started writing this post a few days ago when we landed in Dubai, but then I fell asleep… That just shows how tired I was. I’ve only been able to charge my laptop today after locating the proper adapter for my charger.
Tramping a Perpetual Journey…
My half packed suitcase is shaking it’s figurative head at me. I should have finished packing ages ago, but I’ve been putting it off. My curls are also unhappy that I’ve indulged the ends and let them avoid the hairdresser for over a year (Medusa is not a good look for me)…
Arabian Nights, ‘Neath Arabian Moons…
I have been a daydreamer for my entire life. It is an integral part of my personality and trickles into the essence of who I am.
One specific reverie of mine, involves opening the front door on a chilly morning in the middle of July, just like any other (ordinarily) boring day. Except this dawn would hold a bit more than a surprise.
He’s the King of the Castle
He’s more than that. He is many things.