my africa

i miss everything about it and i love everything about it. i love the ideosyncracies that piss everyone else off. i love the people. i love that taxis hoot and drive down the road like crazy people. i love that we have a beautiful and real rythym that stems from a unification of a multitude of cultures. i love how our landscape people and places make me feel like my feet grew from the ground and soil upon which i stand. i love how things don't always work like they should. i love that we don't have proper public transport. i hate the tubes. i sit looking at peopole every morning. doing the same shit they have done every day for the last however many years. on the same page of the same newspaper. i wonder what they do and how many hours they have spent doing just this. sitting underground. and then i remember the space that south africa allows you. the space to breathe. to scream. to dance. to be. and i feel at home just thinking about it.

happy birthday

today is your birthday. today is about remembering. today is about letting go...

messages to heaven released up to you notes about laughing and crying too a bottle of vino the kind of love i miss a letter i wrote blue eyed boy you are my moon the memories can't fade so soon holding them tight letting you go i will see you again, i know

wednesday wisdom

on it, everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. the aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctirnes, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilisation, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. >> carl sagan 1934-1996 .

the only power you have is the power of your decisions. use it - paulo coelho

dance dance dance

let go. feel the music. jump around. dance like you're the only one on this earth that knows how.... wow its exhilerating. x

a dreamer dreams she never dies

sometimes the dreams that come true are the ones we never knew we had. they only become evident once you realise that you cannot control everything. that despite what society says about forward planning and thinking about the future, you can arrive at a point when you feel that it is time to let go. time to live in the present. the here and the now. forgetting about outside forces and norms that put pressure on you to think ahead, to strive for success, to have a 5 year plan. we forget about today. we forget about now. we tend to live thinking rather about what's to come. revel in the moment. embrace the simple things. appreciate and surround yourself with friends, new and old. dont spend your day wishing it away. hoping for tommorrow. there is so much to be gained from every present moment. sleep soundly, tread gently and dare to dream....yey for friday....

inspiration this sunny thursday in londres

coloured stockings, thigh highs and sexy boots

play more music

dancing in the rain

nail polish and hands full of rings

happy friday everyone

I am thankful for...
by Nancie J. Carmody


...the mess to clean up after a party
because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
...the taxes I pay
because it means that I'm employed.
...the clothes that fit a little too snug
because it means I have enough to eat.
...my shadow who watches me work
because it means I am out in the sunshine.
...the spot I find at the far end of the parking lot
because it means I am capable of walking.
...all the complaining I hear about our government
because it means we have freedom of speech.
...that lady behind me in church who sings off key
because it means that I can hear.
...lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing
because it means I have a home.
...my huge heating bill
because it means that I am warm.
...weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day
because it means that I have been productive.
...the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours
because it means that I am alive.
There are three kinds of days:
Good days,
Great days, and
Outstanding days.
I hope yours is Outstanding!

wednesday wisdom

i would rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
e. e. cummings

i created this image on a website called scribbler which i came across using stumbleupon. choose your interests and be ready to be blown away by the most incredible sites. wow. x

i met a rasta man

i met a rasta man. green fingers he had. and a head full of 23 year old dreads. dreads the same age as me. feet on the ground one with the earth. go to jamaica he said. my place of birth.

image from pbase.com

laugh more worry less

sometimes you have to resign yourself to the fact that everything is going to be ok
let your worries be carried away by the wind
scattered to far corners of the earth where they dissipate and become the ground
the rain. the sun.
rise from your rocking chair.
let the wind tousle your hair.
and know that all is not lost
you are never alone
this day is yours. and the next.
dont feel perplexed.
open your arms.
breathe in the air.
do something you wouldnt dare.
dont die. awake your soul.
and feel whole......

her heart is drenched in wine

she does not care about the normal things. her heart is drenched in wine.
her mind is made from jungle jims.
her feet caress the grass beneath,
her hair wild with the wind.

inside her head the happy thoughts swing on the monkey bars.
confusion on the merry go round
indicisiveness spins spins spins profound.

and

while she sleeps she weeps
one solitary tear
for all humanity's sins
for mother nature's pain
and for the love she feels in vain.

a bus to barcelona.

there is a moon in europe
banana shaped glowing surreal
something about the way it makes me feel
vicky christina crazy beautiful
sunflower field dreams
nothing is what it seems
pipas at the bus stop but it never came
vino tinto and an old friend
a journey with no forseeable end
to nowhere everywhere anywhere
i miss you in my life
barcelona by night
a feather in her hair
a stare
getting lost because you can
beautiful spanish man
no regrets living free
a summer spent so magically
nip slips
an expired film
let go
embrace
see a story in every face and
find your happy place

it's cherry season.

although sometimes i don't know where i'm going to sleep tonight i know that everything will be fine and there's more to life right now than a fancy job or material things. its about experience and love and new places and feeling content with yourself. its about letting go and feeling free. spending summers so magically.

my poem is nameless.

Mesmerising sunsets frying my thoughts
Orange hues causing Monday blues
Contemplating life with thoughts of loss
Clouded by pain as Sunsets wax and wane

gavin dormehl

lost in the forest.

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

- Pablo Neruda

i think it's time to go.

sometimes life passes you by like towns on a highway. but there are moments. moments that are imprinted in your memory. moments that will last forever. no matter how fleeting. they are moments of the soul. where everything comes together to create a beautiful harmony. singing songs around the fire. hot cross bums. camping in the rain. wobies: warm old brown sherry. write a note. put it in a grolsch bottle and throw it into the ocean. i'm doing cartwheels. you're doing handstands. a cave in the mountain perfect for sharades. crayfish in lemon garlic butter. gem squash stuffed with sweetcorn, coriander and cheese. fire popcorn. a bath without a plug. tea or coffee? never ever. have i ever. say yes. collect shells on the beach. drive topless. dance under the stars while they are dancing.

the girl with the red shoes.

sometimes she wears them out at night.
and clicks her heels to take flight.
whirling around
swirling
seeing ecclectic sounds
hearing luminous lights
nights
wear a mask and feel like a butterfly.
floating.
free.
moving languidly.

home is wherever i'm with you.

the way sunday mornings should be spent. crazy friends. an americano. chocolate cake. sitting between clothes on a washing line. a fried egg. barbershop chairs from mitchell's plain. atumn leaves. a double bass.
i call this my happy place.

a time to dream.

things i'm dreaming of this misty wednesday...

rebelling

night time skating

a path still so unknown

filling a blank canvas

love against all odds

riding into the sunset

a beautiful future