Its dawn in the village, waking up to the Serene sounds of nature. Slightly chilly but fresh... the crystal dew on the grass sparkles a cheerful good morning that lights up the soul.
Breakfast is a steaming hot sweet potato that baked over the log fire which kept us warm through the night. A mug of milk to boot.
The perils of the day will be getting the herd of cattle over the mountain ridge to the pastures ye yonder. It will be a long day, but i will be in good company. The jokes, the forklore, the banter always seem to nudge the day along.
Herding the cattle by the stream and seeing the beauties from the village gyrating whilst balancing the pots of water on their heads makes for a good and pleasant site too.
Was that a sound i just heard ? is that something nudging at my feet ? Oh damn, i just pulled the duvet off my feet.
Why do i always loose trail of that dream when i get to that part.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Ever Wonder
The other day i walked into the bank. While waiting in line, a lady in front of me had a little boy with her, around four years old.
Standing in line waiting is never any ones cup of tea, but boy did the little guy make the best of it.
I mean running from one end of the bank to the next. Laying down and breaking into nursery rhymes... the lot.
The mom did not seem to mind her tear away amusing himself and frankly everyone else seemed amused by the antics of the little one.
It got me thinking. What if it had been one of the adults standing in line that decided to run amok in the bank... hmmmm
Sirens galore and off to the nut house in a New York minute... is what would happen.
At what point does society decide to take away the free pass of childhood antics.
Did we all collectively sign some agreement at some point ?
Childhood,,,,,, what a gig.
Every waking day i look into my sons eyes... an angel looks right back at me..
My calling is to nurture and protect that innocence... for that's what life is all about.
Standing in line waiting is never any ones cup of tea, but boy did the little guy make the best of it.
I mean running from one end of the bank to the next. Laying down and breaking into nursery rhymes... the lot.
The mom did not seem to mind her tear away amusing himself and frankly everyone else seemed amused by the antics of the little one.
It got me thinking. What if it had been one of the adults standing in line that decided to run amok in the bank... hmmmm
Sirens galore and off to the nut house in a New York minute... is what would happen.
At what point does society decide to take away the free pass of childhood antics.
Did we all collectively sign some agreement at some point ?
Childhood,,,,,, what a gig.
Every waking day i look into my sons eyes... an angel looks right back at me..
My calling is to nurture and protect that innocence... for that's what life is all about.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Guillotine anyone ?
1. while waiting for an elevator.. someone comes by and presses the elevator button... again ??
2. People who step into the street craning their necks to see if the bus there waiting for is anywhere in sight... ??
3. Just because i said hallo does not give you the right to ask me where i am from..
4. People who were socks with sandals... yes... you know who you are ..
5. People that send forwards without comment... i know the attachment is funny but say something for crying out loud..
6. lets not talk about the weather.. i figured it out as soon as i stepped out of the door this morning
7. Whoever invented the punch in clock at work should be shot
8. People with car stickers saying "baby on board" ?? WTF
9. Cheesy personalised plates..
10. Vehicle bumpers or for that matter any part of a vehicle was never designed to be a bulletin board, people with wise ass bumber stickers should be shot with numbers 8&9 above.
2. People who step into the street craning their necks to see if the bus there waiting for is anywhere in sight... ??
3. Just because i said hallo does not give you the right to ask me where i am from..
4. People who were socks with sandals... yes... you know who you are ..
5. People that send forwards without comment... i know the attachment is funny but say something for crying out loud..
6. lets not talk about the weather.. i figured it out as soon as i stepped out of the door this morning
7. Whoever invented the punch in clock at work should be shot
8. People with car stickers saying "baby on board" ?? WTF
9. Cheesy personalised plates..
10. Vehicle bumpers or for that matter any part of a vehicle was never designed to be a bulletin board, people with wise ass bumber stickers should be shot with numbers 8&9 above.
Friday, April 3, 2009
The dance
Remember the first time we met ? all it took was nothing but a fleeting glance... then you all but took my breath away, never had i seen anyone so confident, warm, funny... your eyes... oh yes your eyes.. captivating yet so sexy.
Took me a while to let your hand go, kind as you are, you gave me a reassuring smile, i later wondered what you thought of my indignity, to yearn so obviously with no shame. But you must have understood that in that moment i could not have helped myself.
Then the dance began. Oh the dance...
We would linger hours on end talking of sweet nothings on the phone, a day would not go by without talking to you.
A date meant so much.. what am i going to wear, oh i had to impress no doubt, clean up really good, out the door in a hurry not to be late, tear back into the house for another quick dash of the cologne, overload obviously.. but who cared.
You would keep me waiting, not to long.. but enough to to rattle me. The anticipation... beyond words.
Then you would turn up, each time would seem like the very first time i saw you. Kiss on the chick and off we would wonder hand in hand without a care in the world.
Took me a while to let your hand go, kind as you are, you gave me a reassuring smile, i later wondered what you thought of my indignity, to yearn so obviously with no shame. But you must have understood that in that moment i could not have helped myself.
Then the dance began. Oh the dance...
We would linger hours on end talking of sweet nothings on the phone, a day would not go by without talking to you.
A date meant so much.. what am i going to wear, oh i had to impress no doubt, clean up really good, out the door in a hurry not to be late, tear back into the house for another quick dash of the cologne, overload obviously.. but who cared.
You would keep me waiting, not to long.. but enough to to rattle me. The anticipation... beyond words.
Then you would turn up, each time would seem like the very first time i saw you. Kiss on the chick and off we would wonder hand in hand without a care in the world.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Over rated stuff
overrated stuff:
Friendship... ever wonder how many friends you really have ? the term "my friend" is bandied around loosely i feel. Think about it.. how many of your friends really have your back. As cynical as this sounds not too many really. If you can count more than two, you are one heck of a lucky person, and by the way hold onto to them and cherish them.
Success: Very subjective, what does success really mean. Varies from one person to the next. If you ask me, if you have your shit in order... you are successful.
Faith: now those of you that are bible bashers... don't jump me as yet.. I believe just as good as the next person, okay maybe not as good, but i hold my own. I kinda think that organised forms of worship at times hold people hostage. you attend cause its the right thing to do.. on whose measure, i still do not know. Hey if you are at one with your conscience, that's faith.
Beauty: don't get me started.. by whose definition. This is one thing that has scarred many people. Those who feel that they do not measure up to the "norm" are forced to live in the shadow of those who feel like they got it... who by the way are also fucked up trying to live up to some futile standards.
Enough ranting...
Peace and Love my peoples..
Friendship... ever wonder how many friends you really have ? the term "my friend" is bandied around loosely i feel. Think about it.. how many of your friends really have your back. As cynical as this sounds not too many really. If you can count more than two, you are one heck of a lucky person, and by the way hold onto to them and cherish them.
Success: Very subjective, what does success really mean. Varies from one person to the next. If you ask me, if you have your shit in order... you are successful.
Faith: now those of you that are bible bashers... don't jump me as yet.. I believe just as good as the next person, okay maybe not as good, but i hold my own. I kinda think that organised forms of worship at times hold people hostage. you attend cause its the right thing to do.. on whose measure, i still do not know. Hey if you are at one with your conscience, that's faith.
Beauty: don't get me started.. by whose definition. This is one thing that has scarred many people. Those who feel that they do not measure up to the "norm" are forced to live in the shadow of those who feel like they got it... who by the way are also fucked up trying to live up to some futile standards.
Enough ranting...
Peace and Love my peoples..
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