Showing posts from April, 2012

Children who beg at traffic lights

Begging or Busking?


Pumping #Oxy Indie Rockers in our Garage

Beach walking is random community building

Naomi and I with Strand mountains as our backdrop Today was a “chill” day as my daughter, Sasha, would say. You can just do random things in teenage-speak. No planning, no deep thinking about anything in particular – go with the flow.   My random chill day culminated in a walk along Sunrise beach, Muizenberg with my best friend, Naomi. We trudged along the shore, filling in the spaces with Naomi’s new relationship with V and other niknaks. There is the spontaneity of seashores and playful waves that is infectious. You seldom encounter a surly beach walker. Even our four-legged friends will display random affection to strangers and strike up a conversation. Today Billy, the golden brown Jack Russel, with his rainbow tennis-sized ball, initiated conversation with us. Naomi and I were perched on the rocks where the Zeekoevlei River flows into the sea, chatting happily when Billy arrived. Billy was having none of this closed, private conversation on open public seashores. He y


GET REAL Oh strip that calloused skin that blocks your heart, Express the fear,the hurt, the betrayal that encrust your belly, Be true, be bold, get real; We’ve had enough of masquerades Be you, be human. Admit that life is hard, That stones of learning hurt, That arrows of experience pierce, But,             How does one scale the barbed fence of Life, If every act or action was a honey-dripping animated cartoonish piece of bull ? Yet, when you’ve erased that suffocating veneer, When the raw paralyzing pain of guilt May seem to uproot you, Then You’ll realise that you’re just like the mustard seed With bounteous life force ‘Cause now you can flourish without that crippling burden; You will be victorious.                                                             S.P. Lewin (Written 15/9/05 )