An Old Irish Blessing ... May the road rise up to meet you.May the wind always be at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face,and rains fall soft upon your fields.And until we meet again,May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

"It is said some lives are linked across time. There are certain people connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages....destiny."

Life is a fleeting moment. Why live life in moderation and control when it lasts so short a time. Love until you drown in the happiness, laugh until the air you breath escapes you, cry until your tears are dry and live like the next second death will take your soul. Life is yours to live, and live it you must, not in the fear of what is to come next. That Next Place is waiting for you. It waits, in the hope that you will come fulfilled and ready, not in longing and regret.

Thank You For Being a FRIEND!*°•.¸☆ ★ ☆¸.•°*”˜˜”*°•.¸☆♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵Ʒ..•°*"˜ ☆ ¸..•´¨¨)) -:¦:-.(ړײ)/       ¸.•´….•´¨¨)).«▓       ((¸¸.•´ ¸.•´.-:¦:-. ╝╚ ….. ... `♥♪♫-´¯

Wishing you a wonderful new week..Like little birds, we only fly when we get shaken out of our nests; and develop the strongest wings only when we try them against the wind. The dove in a fable, was perturbed because the wind ruffled its feathers, but without that air it could neither soar nor live. In struggle, it is prudent to not wish away every opposition. It is better to meet and master our difficulties that faith can be made stronger through conflict.~Leroy Brownlow~With much love allways

Sunday, November 25, 2012

1 plus 1 equals 3

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.

Sunday, November 18, 2012


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]

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Poppy Day ...

Why Wear A Poppy

"Please wear a poppy", the lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street
Bouncing along on care-free feet
His smile was full of joy and fun,
"Lady", said he, "May I have one?"
When she's pinned it on he turned to say,
"Why do we wear a poppy today?"

The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered, "This is Remembrance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for
The gallant men and women who died in war,
And because they did, you and I are free -
That's why we wear a poppy, you see".

"I had a boy about your size,
With golden hair and big blue eyes,
He loved to play and jump and shout,
Free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by he learned and grew
And became a man - as you will, too."

"He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
But he'd seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away.
I still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said "Good-bye,
I'll soon be back, Mum, so please don't cry".

"But the war went on and he had to stay,
And all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it still in my dreams at night),
With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire".

"Till at last, the war was won -
And that's why we wear a poppy, son".

The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said "Thanks, lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your son - did he come back all right?

A tear rolled down each faded cheek;
She shook her head, but didn't speak
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
And if you were me, you'd have done the same;
For our thanks, in giving, is oft delayed,
Though our freedom was bought - and thousands paid.

And so when we see a poppy worn,
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their very all
And asked to answer their country's call

That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy, Remember - and Give!
Lest we forget....

Author Unknown
Vintage Amehstit

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

By my Ma geleer ... ou se goed

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!"

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

To old for Trick & Treating ...

Top 10 Signs You Might Be Too Old to Trick or Treat
10. You get winded from knocking on the door.
9. You have to have a kid chew the candy for you.
8. You ask for high fiber candy only.
7. When someone drops a candybar in your bag, you lose you balance and fall over.
6. People say, "Great Boris Karloff mask," and you're not wearing a mask.
5. When the door opens, you yell, "Trick or... ," and can't remember the rest.
4. By the end of the night, you have a bag full of restraining orders.
3. You have to carefully choose a costume that won't dislodge your hairpiece.
2. You're the only Power Ranger in the neighborhood with a walker.
And the number one reason Seniors should not go trick or treating:

1. You keep having to go home to pee.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Hayley you are an angel sent from up above remember to switch off the mixpod on the right before listen to this beautiful song enjoy.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Broken Angel ...

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

Monday, October 1, 2012

Sometimes ...

♥ 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♥

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Digbundel van Boerius

Gedigte van 'n Boer --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Boerius: Herstel ons poorte Mure van gister waar vervalle steen in mank bestaan kronieke baar van dit wat was – ...die laggies wat so skoppelmaai om steen en klip se swye draai; die liefde en die leed gedeel wat smôrensmossie klank soos mos in songebakte vensters los, maar nou in graf se stilte sak die swye oor geroeste dak. So staan my volk, ook eens gevul van vreugdeklank waar son oor ruie berge in ligkrans oor die wolke span waar elk na gisters nou verlang in soeke na Nehemia moed om Jerusalem se poorte te herstel op te bou en fees tot eer van God te hou! 12 September 2012 Lokaal Gevangenis, Pretoria
Boerius: Herfstuin Kom pluk vir my papawers uit jou Boereplaas se tuin waar herfs se son deur skugter skadu’s geel en vrolik skyn Dit streel oor madeliefies en dit speel deur kapperkruid Dit bons op bittereinder roos se laaste skoonheidspr...uik. Die vygies in die voortuin, ballerina pienk getooi wat hartelus seisoen se draai die koue winters nooi. Viooltjiesaad word uitgestrooi, in strykstok grond gesaai wat selfs die wintergrou se vaal in liefdeskleur verfraai. Krisante by die boordekant bring herfs in volle kleur wat in die oggend koeler lug vermeng in douvars geur. Agapanthus en vuurpyle wat met nekkies uitgestrek die korter dag se heimwee na die lentegroei verwek. Mag ek dan in my mens se draai as laaste blommespel my lofsang tot die Groot Tuinier in voorwinter vertel. 26 Maart 2012 Lokaal Gevangenis, Pretoria. Skildery deur Marinda le Grange Digbundel van Boerius kan aanlyn bestel word digitaal en hardekopie Hardekopie: 78 Bladsye Prys: R120 (posgeld ingesluit) Besonderhede vir bestellings: E-pos dan net u kwitansie en posadres waarheen die bundel gepos moet word na: Betaling kan ook plaasvind deur middel van Paypal op die volgende webwerf: Digitale weergawe kan direk gekoop word by:

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

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

Saturday, August 4, 2012

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.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

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

Sunday, June 3, 2012 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

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

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.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

La Vie en Rose ...

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
Until next time

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Silence ...

Favorite quotations
.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...

"Silence, they say, is the voice of complicity.
But silence is impossible.
Silence screams.
Silence is a message,
just as doing nothing is an act.
Let who you are ring out & resonate
in every word & every deed.
Yes, become who you are.
There's no sidestepping your own being
or your own responsibility.
What you do is who you are.
You are your own comeuppance.
You become your own message.
You are the message."
~Leonard Peltier.

Monday, April 16, 2012

In the Arms of an Angel ...

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Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

Saturday, April 7, 2012

My Heart ... by Patti W. Bass

When you flew away
You left a hole in my heart
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,
Knowing you have
With you,
My Heart.

More ...

Friday, March 30, 2012

Full Moon ...

"Tomorrow is a new day for everyone~a brand new moon ~a brand new sun~"

I have been a seeker and I still am,
but I stopped asking the books and the stars.
I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.

A dreamer is one who can only find her way by moonlight, and her punishment is that she sees the dawn before the rest of the world ... Oscar Wilde

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The lone wolf ...

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The lone wolf moves silently
all he leaves behind are his imprints
a drop of red blood falls
frozen in the snow
from a broken heart
his mate long gone

Soft Snow flakes tumble to the ground
carried from up above
tall silver Birch
standing with their feet in snow
dry brittle leaves fallen
leaving the trees standing bare
like ghosts in the distance

a full moon shining through bare branches
reflecting on an icy pond
cold and unforgiving
silhouette of young wolves hunting
coming closer trailing
the scent of fresh blood

sounds of a lone wolf
howling to the moon
piercing the silence
with his heart ache

Friday, March 9, 2012

The Shadows of Red Feathers ....

You entered my heart like a slow disease,
thorn bush barriers protecting my soul.

I soaked my heart in every poison,
only in solitude .... the secret gateway to my heart.
I left you and the poison .... a dark stain in the sand.

I entered your heart as a straight barbed arrow,
shadows of red feathers on your soul.

The more you cut and pull,
the deeper the scar tissue on your soul.

Lifetimes it will take for the arrow to work through,
the shadows of red feathers forever on your soul.

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Posted by a friend Mauritz, a bushman by heart, one of the few men that can ride a horse and shoot with a bow and arrow from it's back.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Vat jou goed en trek ... Lotto ... dreams

Today (Friday) should be a happy day, we lodged our PR papers, now for the big wait our own case officer may he or she look favourably at our file. It's our future or what's left of it. The first day to the rest of our lives here in OZ ... Scared?! What does it have instore for us? How long will this nail biting wait take ... who knows. Anger?! Yes cause finally after 19 years he found the time to lodge the papers, now that our chances are at their worst ... say no more. Maybe they just boot us out ... pack your bags, you got 28 days to uproot your life again.

Why so negative?
Life is making me that way, it's just getting to hard. I am not in a good place right now, so just go ahead and shoot me and get it over with. But I am still writing that book, even if my mother thinks I am wasting my time, cause "Your not getting paid so why bother" It's all about money it's always been about the money. Not because you want to do something cause you enjoy it or it's a challenge. So why do you let it worry you? I should just brush it aside,like water off a ducks back. Can Mother and daughter be so different in their ways and thoughts. Nothing has ever been good enough for her. Atleast she has something in common with dear George, who has become the man in her eye's after 32 years of disliking him, cause he just woun't quit working, making a Dollar ... and killing himself cause he's chasing money too. I get it that he is doing what he thinks is right, before he loses his health and sight. But put it all on a scale, and see what weighs the heaviest, the stress of living in the city, rents, bills, lights that keep going up, hours of travel. And on the otherside a simplier lifestyle.

What would you do if you won the Lotto? Got to play it first to win they say, so maybe I should start buying a few tickets for the just in case you know. Would it mean We could stay in Australia, sure they would hate to see so much money leave the country right? Then I could build a small stone house in the bush, add a few solar panels to the roof, collect a little wood for the fireplace, talk to the animals. That's how simple life should be, but I can do that without winning the Lotto, maybe a little money would help.

Now the good news, if we manage to stay here which really I should be more positive about cause there really should not be any major problems. You will just have to give up on your dreams of living on the farm for the next 4 years, while I make more money and end up making the Boss rich, so just maybe there is a bonus at the end of the year. That would be wonderful!!! Not holding my breath ... Ja ek is vrek ondankbaar

Sunday, February 26, 2012

under an African Moon ... RIP Oom Jan

Don't dig to deep you might not like what you find
a man"s dignity stolen from him
his heart and soul gone
just a bag of bones left behind
lay buried in a wooden box
on top of another wooden box
fresh flowers on brown earth
laid to rest together atlast
no one there
that meant anything to them once
all alone
under an african moon

Friday, January 20, 2012

Sorry ... The Roof is on Fire!

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♥~ The Roof… The Roof… The Roof is on Fire! ~♥

Light a fire in your mind and then fuel it with conviction.
Let it spread inside and melt away your chains of constriction.
Turn up the fire and feel the heat--
moving through your hands and i...n your feet.
And then, my friend, it’s merely a matter of time…
’Cause ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ a made-up mind!
♥~♥ neeesh

Thursday, January 19, 2012

I m lost in your eyes. can you give me the directions to your heart?

I never intended to be the most important person in your life, that’s just too much to ask. But I do hope that I’d cross yourmind and you’d smile thinking that I touched your life in a special way.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

I am waiting for someone
who will never come
The smiles that i shared ,
tears that rolled out,
Why Blow of a wind that slowly tells me
that you would return,
Return to where you belong,
to where your love is.

I am waiting for someone
who will never come,
Ask my heart to stop
beating for you,
Let me loose so that i can
fly again and feel your presence,
Let me run away from your memories,

I am still waiting for someone
who will never come,
Why do i still wait when we know
She is not coming back,
My answer was this -
I DON'T KNOW WHY , But i do !

Eyes doesn't stop looking at the door
& ears for your voice,
I am waiting for someone
who has to come,
I am waiting for someone
who has to come for me & only me....!

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

A Love Calling .... White heart

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A Love Calling ... WhiteHeart

Like the dawn breakin’
The Light came shinin’ through
And a heart broken
Is now a heart given to You
But still there’s somethin’ deeper
Somethin’ more than gratitude
And it’s
There’s so much more that we can do

We’ve got a Love callin’
A Love callin’
Oh we’ve got a Love callin’
‘Cause we hear Love callin’

Ah there’s a new wind blowin’
Since we’ve been given this call
When Your Spirit’s leadin’
Oh it doesn’t feel like a burden at all
There are still lands locked in darkness
There are hearts like an empty room
And we’ll never know how to help them
Until Father we listen to You

We’ve got a Love callin’
A Love callin’
Oh we got a Love callin’
‘Cause we hear Love callin’

Like the rustle of an autumn breeze
I can hear You whisper inside of me
And I know
In my heart of hearts I do believe
Now I’m thankin’ You for givin’ me

A Love callin’
Oh a Love callin’
Oh we’ve got a Love callin’
‘Cause we hear Love callin’
Callin’ for a new vision
Oh a heart mission
Oh and it’s drawin’
It’s drawin’ us
‘Cause we hear Love callin’

A love callin’

Do you hear His love callin’
Do you give yourself away

Oh do you feel He’s drawin’ you nearer

Do you feel Him drawin’ near you

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Posted by Jerry E Beuterbaugh
Labels: A Love Calling Video, WhiteHeart