Past and Present: 2012
Heard those words before, Mom you're going to be a Grandma, special words. So see 1 + 1 = 3, nothing wrong with my maths. Exciting time for the new family, expecting Mom and Dad and older stepbrother Luke. Mom's been having a good pregnancy so far, bub being her first baby, went for an ultrasound on friday. While baby was on her tummy and was not helping to prove she could just be a little boy. So for the meantime we believe it could be a girl.
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dis verby. ~~~ van die begin, en eerste soen, tot elke skyfie lemoen, was daar gedink, en geglo, ...die liefde reën van bo. ~~~ die strandloop, en rooiaas soek, en duin op, en koes, het sandkorrels seker gepraat, maar is daar min verstaan. ~~~ haarslierte windverwaai in mis. versier haar ovaalgesig. asemhaling-kringe dwarrel. en help voete vorentoe skarrel. ~~~ elke roosblaar getuig van glorie. blaaie geplak in ‘n storie, geelgoud-boek leef nie meer, lê op sy sy omgekeer. ~~~ Lettie MurraySOLOVLUG 25 August . [aletta murray, 24aug2012]
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By my ma my geleer het........ Ma het my geleer hoe om te bid: "Jy moet bid dat daardie kol op die mat uit is as ek vanaand by die huis kom" ...Sy het my geleer van "time travel": "Ek sal jou tot in volgende week in klap!" Sy het my geleer pa's is slimmer en ryker as ma's: "Gaan vra jou pa!" Sy het my geleer oor plantkunde: "Lyk dit vir jou of geld op my rug groei?" Sy het my geleer om altyd nederig en klein te wees: "Mannetjie !!!" Sy het my van die weer geleer: "Dit lyk of 'n dekselse orkaan jou kamer getref het!" Sy het my geleer van fauna en flora: "Moenie vir my vertel perredrolle is vye nie!" Sy het my geleer om myself te ontdek: "Hou op om jou soos jou pa te gedra!" Sy het my die wetenskap van osmose geleer: "Hou jou mond en eet jou kos!" Sy het my geleer van uithouvermoë: "Jy sal by daardie tafel sit totdat jy jou spinasie opgeëet het!" Sy het my geleer van sintuie: "Kinners word gesien en nie gehoor nie!" Sy het my geleer van humor: "Hou aan lag, dan gee ek jou iets om oor te huil ook!" Sy het my van jaloesie geleer: "Daar is duisende arm kinnertjies wat ouers soos joune begeer!" Sy het geleer dat daar 'n plek en 'n tyd vir alles is: "As julle mekaar wil vermoor, gaan doen dit buite! Ek't nou net hier skoongemaak!" Sy het my wiskunde geleer: "Sit jy alweer en tanne tel!" Sy het my logika geleer: "Want ek sê so, dis hoekom!" Sy het my geleer dat wonderwerke nog kan gebeur: "Ek sal jou klap dat jy jou antie vir 'n eendvoël aansien as jy my weer terugantwoord!"
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Broken angel “You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.” ~ Bob Marley
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♥ Sometimes you read more between the line, than what is written on paper, sometime you get it wrong sometimes right, then other times you read what you need to hear♥
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God's Creature ... Angel
I called you Angel,black with a white bib and socks you are God's creature cause there must be a reason you come into our lives is it you need us more finally after weeks you let us touch you you lead the way, we follow a little closer everyday a little more trusting today I got close enough to feel what is surely growing inside a bellyfull of kittens Is this why they throw you away? the Christmas present now unwanted? They are to blame All it took, was a quick trip to the vet could have been so different now we just wait for the day you give birth Welcome Angel
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Kind wees .... deur Tinus Fourie
Tinus Fourie Aan al die “kinders” wat die 1930’s tot 1970’s oorleef het! Eerstens het ons die rokery en drinkery van ons moeders oorleef terwyl hulle swanger was. Hulle het aspiriene gedrink, blou kaas en vis uit ‘n blik ge-eet en is nooit getoets of hulle diabeties was nie. Na al die trauma was ons in ons bedjies gesit op ons magies in ‘n kot wat oorgetrek was met helder kleurige lood basis verf. Ons het geen “kindvaste” deksels of proppe op medisyne bottles, deure of kaste gehad nie en geen kopskerms gedra as ons fietry nie… Om nie te praat van die risiko’s toe ons duim gery het nie. As kleuters en kinders kon ons agter op die sitplek sit sonder veiligheids stoele, veiligheidsgordels of lugsakke. Om agter op die bakkie te ry was groot pret en ons het water uit die tuinslang gedrink en nie uit bottels nie. Ons het ons koeldrankies met vier vriende gedeel uit een bottel en niemand is dood daarvan nie. Ons het sjokoladekoek en wit brood geëet met regte botter en “kool aid” met suiker gemaak om te drink, maar ons was nie oorgewig nie want….. ONS HET ALTYD BUITE GESPEEL! Ons het die huis verlaat in die oggend vroeg en het heeldag gespeel. Solank ons terug was as die straatligte aankom of voor die kerse aangesteek was. NIEMAND kon ons kontak deur die dag nie en ons het almal veilig teruggekeer huistoe. Ons het ure spandeer deur kaskarre te bou uit afval hout en yster en het dan teen die steilste bulte afgejaag, net om uit te vind ons het vergeet van die brieke. Nadat ons ‘n paar keer die kaskar omgegooi het en tussen die bosse ingejaag het, het ons geleer om die probleem op te los. Die dogtertjies het die rokkies in hul broekies gesteek om ook in al die prêt te kon deel en niemand het iets daarvan gedink nie. Seksuele molestasie was nie aan ons bekend nie en tiener swangerskappe was nie van gehoor nie. Ook was daar nie tyd vir dwelms nie want ons ouers het nog genoeg vir ons omgegee om ons boude aan die brand te klits as ons iets ongehoords sou probeer doen. Sondae het ons almal ons beste kleertjies aangetrek en kerk toe gegaan. GEEN verskonings om tuis te bly was aanvaarbaar nie. Braaivleis en partytjies op Sondae was uit. Ons het geweet wat “ses dae moet jy arbei en al jou werk doen en die sewende dag moet jy rus” beteken. Daar het ons geleer van liefde, respek, hoe om God te vrees en te vertrou. Dat vaders en moeders ge-eer moet word en ons monde met seep uitgewas SAL word wanneer ons vloek of teëpraat. Boeke vat saans na ete was ‘n werklikheid en ons almal het aandagtig geluister want vrae is gevra oor die stukkie wat gelees was. Ons was ook geleer hoe om elke aand voor ons bedjies te kniel en te bid. Ons het nie “playstations”, “ninetendo’s”, “X boxes”, “wii”, of enige video speletjies gehad nie.. “Shopping” vir ontspanning was nie aan ons bekend nie, en “label” klere was toe ook nog nie eers in “ China ” gemaak nie. Snobisme was ‘n galbitter vrug wat net in die Amasone “gegroei” het en sakgeld was “iets” wat net die Staatspresident van geweet het. Ook nie 150 TV kanale, DVD’s of video flieks, selfone, persoonlike rekenaars met internet, facebook of chatrooms nie… Ons het VRIENDE gehad… en as ons hulle gesoek het, het ons net buite toe gegaan. Ons het uit bome geval, was gesny en het bene gebreek en daar was geen geregtelike eise vir hierdie ongelukke nie. Ons het wurms en modderpasteie ge-eet en die wurms het nie vir altyd in ons geleef nie. Ons het windbukse en poppe gekry vir ons tiende verjaarsdag, speletjies opgemaak met stokke en tennisballe, ou komberse en peule en al het niemand ons gewaarsku dat dit kan gebeur nie, het ons min oë uit gesteek. Ons het met ons fietse gery of pop gespeel of sommer net geloop na ons vriende se huise, aan die deur geklop en sommer ingeloop en gesels. “oom” en “tannie” was nog aan die orde van die dag en “jy” en “jou” was net op rondloper honde van toepassing. Rugby en tennis spannetjies het proewe gehad en die wat nie die span gehaal het nie, moes maar vrede maak daarmee – Verbeel jou dit!! Ons het gereeld die bed natgemaak en ons ouers het ons ‘n pak slae gegee, nie na sielkundiges toe geneem nie omdat hulle nie geweet het wat om met ons te doen nie. Die gedagte om jou kinders by die polisiestasie te gaan uit borg het nie bestaan nie. Ouers was aan die polisie se kant! Sien, kinders was daai tyd nie gehoor, of gesien, in geselskap nie want die ouers was nie bang vir hul kinders nie! Tande tel was uit want ons het geweet hoe om te speel. Ons ouers en grootouers se grootste taak was definitief nie om ons te “entertain” nie. Terugpraat was die grootste euwel en ons ouers het nie toegelaat dat ons kinders hulle met mooi woordjies kon manipuleer nie. Ouers was nog ouers en kinders was nog kinders, en kinders het gedoen wat vir hulle gesê was. “Skoolsiekte” was nie toegelaat nie want ons ouers het geweet hoe om te “cope” met die daaglikse stres in hulle lewens. Al wanneer jy by die huis kon bly was wanneer jy half dood was. Termometers was ook nie onder jou tong of in jou oor geplaas nie…… Skoolsertifikate is aan almal uitgegee wat nooit afwesig was gedurende die jaar nie en snaaks genoeg, ons almal het altyd een gekry. Elke oggend was met gebed en sang ge-open en die oudste onnies het altyd die Bybelperiode aangebied. Seker omdat hulle die Bybel die beste geken het. Daardie generasie het van die beste risikovatters, problemoplossers en uitvinders OOIT geproduseer. Die laaste 50 jaar het bestaan uit ontploffings van uitvindings en nuwe idees. Ons het vryheid, verlies, sukses en verantwoordelikheid gehad en ons het GELEER hoe om dit te hanteer. As jy een van hulle was.. Baie geluk!!! Jy wil dalk hierdie deel met die wat gelukkig was om groot te word soos kinders, voordat prokureurs en regerings jou lewe “vir jou eie beswil” begin reguleer het. Terwyl jy besig is, Stuur die aan vir jou kinders sodat hulle kan sien hoe dapper (en gelukkig) hulle ouers was.
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Feels like a slow death ...
Best cousins and friends Luke and Cobi Maybe you have not notice, not many posts here of late, sorry I promise to atleast try again. So many things this year has gone wrong, things I feel I don't really want to share in Blogland. My worst fear is coming true and in just a few daysI have to say Goodbye to one of my grandsons, they will be moving back to South Africa. It hurts to much to say more on this subject so I just leave it at that for now ... a big hole in my heart for sure. Sometimes not all your wishes could be granted by the Fairy Godmother.
Annabella ... Castle by the sea ... inspired by someone special has also come to a standstill for now, just can't get myself in the writing Zone, but that does not mean her story will not be told. She just lives in my head for now ... And in the meantime I offer you, a little song we love to sing while driving with the boys Bruno Mars ... Count on Me Please switch off the mxpod on the right and enjoy the song ... sure puts a smile on our dails The above pic was taken of the boys at the airport flying back to Brisbane after the holidays Well that's it for me ATM until nexttime Rina
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http://youtu.be/x94m407UJSI Just a little bit of Bruno Mars I discovered on my new CD Hope you enjoy the song. Please switch off the mxpod on the right
The Full Strawberry Moon is June 4th, Monday. June's Full Strawberry Moon got its name (in the US) because the Algonquin tribes knew it as a signal to gather ripening fruit. ~~ It was often known as the Full Rose Moon in Europe (where strawberries aren't native).
Silver Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of silver sleeps the dog; From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep; A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws, and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream. - Walter de la Mare
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A Sweet Lesson on Patience ... (sad story)
thoughts and sentiments ƸӜƷ˜”*°•.•.¸ღ Heal Ourselves, Heal The World's photos · Heal Ourselves, Heal The World's Profile ... Borrowed from Facebook. Heal Ourselves, Heal The World A Sweet Lesson on Patience. A NYC Taxi driver wrote: I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. 'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.' 'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?' 'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.. 'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 'What route would you like me to take?' I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. 'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse. 'Nothing,' I said 'You have to make a living,' she answered. 'There are other passengers,' I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly. 'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.' I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life.. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
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Please switch off the mixpod on the right
Heard this song on the Voice and then just found this beautiful piono version by accident. Hope you enjoy it too
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.The Elders say the men should look at women in a sacred way. The men should never put women down or shame them in any way. When we have problems, we should seek their counsel. We should share with them openly. A woman has intuitive thought. She has access to another system of knowledge that few men develop. She can help us understand. We must treat her in a good way...
You are the message."
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and I can not sew it up,
Not even with the strongest thread.
It won't heal and
It's dying without you.
You've flown in and out
Too many times and Now
I need you to fly in;
So forever we can sing.
But only you can choose
Where to rest your wings,
So once again, you have room to
Fly Now, and
If you feel like flying to me
I will love you and let you in.
If you don't come back to stay;
Then Fly, Fly Away.
Fly Long and Far,
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http://youtu.be/x94m407UJSIJust a little bit of Br...