Archive | September, 2014

Say it in 10: Dropped connection

29 Sep

On an electronic level, we are more connected than ever before and not a day goes by without some kind of new invention “that will take communication into the next stratosphere”, literally. However, somewhere along the line (no pun intended) we have lost the true human connection (again, no pun intended).

Case in point…

It is mid-morning on a Sunday and I’m sitting in a family restaurant, having a mocha-java with a chocolate-glazed donut on the side, waiting for my car to be washed across the road. A mother and her young son take the table next to me, their tray packed with a hamburger/fries/cold drink combo and a giant muffin and latte-something.

Apart from a “Be careful, don’t spill”, not a single word is uttered for the duration of the meal. ‘Son’ picks at the meal, if you can even call it that; ‘Mom’ only has eyes for one thing, the mobile phone that seems to be attached to her hands.

What, I ask you, could have been more important on this glorious sunny spring day that couldn’t have waited one more day? What was the I-have-to-do-it-now-it-is-a-life-and-death-situation that prevented two human beings, in this instance a parent and child, from looking each other in the eye and into the windows of the soul?

Let’s unplug and tune-in, to each other.


Right time, right place

25 Sep


It is being at the right time, at the right place.

Question is – what it the right time, where is the right place?

The quest continues…


Happy birthday, Bruce Springsteen!

23 Sep

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No doubt there will be countless heartfelt messages of congratulations today, on this, the 65th anniversary of your birth.

I am saying Happy Birthday ‘over thousands and thousands of miles of shark-infested waters’ from the southern tip of Africa!

You didn’t change my life in a big and profound way. What you however undoubtedly have done, is provide the bedrock to the wanderings of body, mind and soul.

Your way with words and song has been a gift – pure, honest, truthful.

It is the shot-from-the-heart and straight-from-the-soul approach that has set you apart from the rest; you are one of a kind.

You have created a community of kindred spirits, united in our admiration, respect and gratitude for true artistry. Fans like us were born to follow because ‘there’s magic in the night’.

You’ve said it and yes, it’s only rock and roll, but it sure feels like love.

Happy Birthday, Bruce!


Show it in 10: Egyptian Goose

17 Sep

Very common resident… Male hisses… Female utters a grunting honk… Both give rapidly repeated honks at take-off…

Every kiss

12 Sep


Every kiss sends a message

This one says “hello”


Every kiss sings a song

This one is “For the first time”


Every kiss tells a story

This one is one of infectious love


Every kiss has its magic

This one is spectacular


Every kiss leaves a memory

This one is everlasting


Every kiss is full of promise

This one springs eternal


Every kiss sends a message

That one was “goodbye”



The sky

11 Sep

The last 24 hours in reverse in the sky… Sunset over the ocean… Sunrise over the mountains… Super moon in the night… Nature marches to her own illuminated beat…


I’m walking

9 Sep

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I unlock the security gate and open the sliding door. The  early morning air is cool, not cold, refreshing. I turn  around, close the security gate and shut the sliding door.  It is Monday morning and I’m walking.

I stroll till the end of the driveway and turn left into  Hanepoot Street. (For those not familiar with the name,  it’s a variety of grape.)

At the end of the road, I take a left. It seems to be the theme this morning, left and then left again.

It appears most people have left for work already; the streets are quiet on the first day of the week. I take a look down Barbarossa as I pass. Can’t say that it looks different than the last time, but also not that it looks the same. I ponder if the people who live on Barbarossa notice it too, or don’t notice it for that matter.

A block on, I take a left, again, into Hanepoot. It’s a circular road that swings all the way around and back to where I excited the driveway.

Hearing a couple of crows squawking above, my eyes follow them for a while against the crisp blue sky. Magical mist clouds cover the lower slopes of the mountains at the end of my field of view. I wonder what is hidden below.

I cross Barlinka and Tokay. The sound of a plane makes me look up this time. I hear it before I see it. I wonder where it’s off to.

At nr 18, construction services are offered, We take care of all your building needs. Two big green gates silently swing open at nr 40; the white reverse lights ignite on a vehicle.

A fellow morning walker approaches from the front, three dogs of varying size on some leashes. I wave good morning, she smiles.

After Alphonse and Isabella, I take a right, not a left, into Sultana, another variety of grape. The smell of freshly cut grass surrounds me. A vehicle with trailer and Garden Services painted on the side is parked at the curb.

A coral tree, covered in bright orange flowers, throws a shadow over the front lawn of nr 24. Two thick-knees (birds) cross the road. Spring is in the air.

Red and white danger tape and a lone orange traffic cone surround a hole in the pavement in front of nr 28. It appears a water pipe burst, maybe over the weekend; the municipality will probably send someone out later today.

The green portable toilet is still in front of nr 8. At least I assume its nr 8, there’s no sign, but 6 is the home/house before and 10 the one after. The owners are re-modelling. I wonder when they will be finished. They are moving ahead though, the walls are higher than last time.

I round the corner and take a left, again, back into Hanepoot, cross the road to the other side and back up the driveway.

I open the sliding door (it’s squeaking, needs some oil), unlock the security gate and check the time. It’s less than half an hour since I left. I thought I was away longer, it certainly felt like that.

I should have kept on walking…