When it hurts

An Ocean of Moods and Emotions

gentle waves lap lazily and happily at the shore
the world is all good and nothing seems to cause ripples

dark, moody, under the calm there is a churning withdrawel,
tears, hurts and pain surfacing

waves irritatedly slapping the shore,
restless , choppy, foamy spray sprinkling anything close
words uttered thoughtlessly, emotions irractic angry,

swirling, churning, crashing
words machine-gunned out, cutting deep, screaming silently

peaceful, calm, sunlight dimpling happily
playful waves
a new day,
a new beginning,
hope,
laughter once again.
we reach out over the oceans of distance virtually,
our fingers touch,
a deep tenderness
my friend,
my companion,
my Love

A new walk in the road of Friendship

The tears are hot upon my cheeks
The sadness in my heart almost unbearable
Why did it have to be this way?

You gave me the will to go on
You brought light, and laughter into my empty Broken world
But as the days and months turned into a year Slowly, little by little our time together became less and less

Hours of hoping, days of looking forward to "perhaps today"
Turned out empty and sad.

Day by day i fought myself
I tried to push away my sadness
To bury it under a blanket of smiles
But the dam broke


Step by step we walk, trying to heal the breach
Day by day we take a different path
Friendship growing once again
A tentative smile
A gentle hug
The road may not be easy
But we walk it together Friends always

The Deadly Marsh of Communication

I read about the whole twitter debacle this week and the ensueing "chaos" because people lost the ability to send their little messages across the world.

Where are we going? I find it quite a frightening situation, that we cannot live without anything instant anymore.

I also dont think this mass of information that we are bombarded with all the time is healthy.

Naturally, i like anyone else, enjoys all the benifits of email, FB, sms etc, but even before this twitter crash, i was thinking of how much information i am daily exposed to.

There is soooo much that one cannot digest it anymore - its a deluge of information, a mudslide of facts and so called facts. I find i feel like i am being sucked into a muddy mire, unable to move.

And so often, there are so many condradictions one wonders what truth really is?




It brought me to thinking about truth. Everyone claims to have the truth - so what is truth?

One thing i know is that my faith is truth. My foundation is not built on man made "truths" but an inner conviction of knowing that the Word of God, the Bible is truth. Nothing can shake that.




And when i sit and medidate on Gods word, i get peace. Whereas, when i allow myself to be bombarded by the torrents of information, i get agitated, unsettled, restless, my spirit becomes troubled


And the best of all is, i have a hotline!

Spring Fever.. or is it just fever?

I have been ill for a week. It was not the most pleasant time of my life. I could think of better things than pain and fever to while away my days, but on the other hand, it gives one a time to reflect. Well, we do this i guess, when we are at a bad place, but dont always make the changes that we should.

It reminds me of the story i heard recently of a guy who was trapped by a wall of flames during a bush fire. He made a pact with God that if he came out of there alive he would serve him the rest of his life, but as we humans are so fickle, he did not keep that promise up until now.

We need to be careful what we promise. Nevertheless, there are times we have to reflect on our lives, and our priorities in life.

During the time i was sick, i took a walk out in my garden a few mornings and so enjoyed the promise of new life. The birds feeding at the feeders, the poppies starting to grow, the insects going merrily about their business of breaking down the old vegegation in the beds, new buds appearing here and there, and all this is a promise of new beginnings a new cycle of life.

We have the August winds, with their angry dusty blasts and dust devils, or, as we call them, whirlwinds,to contend with though, before spring proper makes her her glorious entry, with her chirpy joyous songs, colours and wonderfuly mild days.

So, there is a promise of spring, and the beckoning of long summer days, and .... new beginnings?

I found myself thinking of neglected relationships, letters unanswered, stuff! just stuff! that needs sorting, stamps, cards, actually GOING to gym, etc etc etc (said the voice of Yul Brynner). Today i started to sort my stamps! And get the neglected letters to answer.....So, will i stick to these wonderful new resolutions? hmmm... time only.. will tell

I guess its fighting through the " Augus winds" of lethargy, procrastination and laziness, before one gets to tasting the sweet fruit of "Spring" of organisation and restored friendships.

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Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. ~Victor Hugo

Top 9 Signs Your Cat Has Learned Your Internet Password 9.

E-mail flames from some guy named "Fluffy."

1. Traces of kitty litter in your keyboard.

2. You find you've been subscribed to strange newsgroups like alt.recreational.catnip.

3. Your mouse has teeth marks in it... and a strange aroma of tuna.

4. Hate-mail messages to Apple Computers, Inc. about thier release of "CyberDog."

5. Your new ergonomic keyboard has a strange territorial scent to it.

6. You keep finding new software around your house like CatinTax and WarCat II. '

7. On IRC you're known as the IronMouser. and the #1 Sign Your Cat Has Learned Your Internet Password... 1. Little kitty carpal-tunnel braces near the scratching post.

Young? or Old?

I have been meaning to do this for a months. Well, to be honest I did start blogging at one point, on some weird obscure site, but lost interest after a while.

I have had almost 10 days of forced rest and of course in those times so many thoughts flit through your mind, as you fight your way through the haze of fever or pain.

There was not dramatic revelation or anything like that, but some things came to me and as i prefer to type them lately rather than write it down, i thought this would be the ideal opportunityh to start off... so here goes :)

I was making myself a cup of milo this morning and thinking back on an email i received my sister, 8 years younger than myself.

Her message went something like this "There is this whippersnapper working with me, who does not know what telex is. Am i the local dinasoar of what? " - Well! i had a good giggle about that, but thinking back on that i also realized that she and i have such a different approach to, is it life, to young people?

I embrace everything that is new. I love the latest technology, trends etc. I so enjoy the company of teenagers. My nephew of 19 and I and sit and jabber about internet, fishing, cars whatever over a cup of coffee and learn from one another all the time.

I have to force myself at times to realize that i AM 40+ moving rapidly to the half century mark and no longer 20 .

My sisters on the other hand tend to feel older, even though they are younger, and i think the difference is simply the way we approach life.

I know a woman of 75 - yet she does not SEEM 75! I love being with her. She is so full of life, so positive and so 2009ish! and yet, has the wisdom of her years to share.
Thats how we should be i think.

Albert Einstein:
People like you and I, though mortal of course like everyone else, do not grow old no matter how long we live...[We] never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born. letter to Otto Juliusburger