"One breath
Up we go
Release it and down
Like so
Muscles stretch
And tension goes
And through my body
Love flows"
Yeah I finally got back on the yoga wagon and maaaan did it feel good. I could feel the stress melt away and a peace come over me :)
Monday, 5 May 2014
Sunday, 4 May 2014
I thought of you #100creativedays Day 12
I thought of you
As water burnt into broken skin
As I breathed in steam
I dreamt of you last night
The only reason that you’re on my mind?
Or is it?
Things fell apart today
As rain clambered against my windscreen
As I stifled secret screams
I wished you could save me
The only reason that you’re on my mind?
Or is it?
Doubled over in pain
As water burnt into broken skin
As I breathed in steam
As I stifled secret screams
As things fell apart
I thought of you
Sharon Paine 04/05/2014
As water burnt into broken skin
As I breathed in steam
I dreamt of you last night
The only reason that you’re on my mind?
Or is it?
Things fell apart today
As rain clambered against my windscreen
As I stifled secret screams
I wished you could save me
The only reason that you’re on my mind?
Or is it?
Doubled over in pain
As water burnt into broken skin
As I breathed in steam
As I stifled secret screams
As things fell apart
I thought of you
Sharon Paine 04/05/2014
Saturday, 3 May 2014
Insignificant? #100creativedays Day 11
"All that happens means something; nothing you do is ever insignificant." - Aldous Huxley
Sometimes I forget about the things I've achieved, the battles I've fought and the blessings I've received. This isn't supposed to be an emotional ramble, rather just a manifesto of sorts to remind myself that I do manage to be great, creative, loved and brave everyday. Every.Single.Day.
I was beating myself up about the weight I've put on over the last few weeks - too many good times, too much stress, too much temptation! The 18th of May marks a year since the Squire and I launched into our Dukan way of life, and I was lamenting the fact that I am not at my lowest weight. The Squire reminded me that I was still 10kgs lighter than a year ago!
I still feel like a hot stressful mess. I'm afraid of meeting new people and having to explain my sobriety... Close on 7 months of sobriety. I should be proud of myself, not afraid, I've been courageous and the whole thing is a huge testament to God's guidance in my life.
I sometimes feel lonely and long for the loves I've lost. I seem blind to the incredible love and support of friends and family at times. The utter devotion of my sweet Arizona, who right now is snuggled up against my leg on the couch.
Even with this challenge to "be creative" everyday for 100 days, I sell myself short and forget that writing is creative. That it is a gift, that some people can't even compose an sms, let alone write a paragraph. I forget because I just like writing. I forget that a lot of people are not open like I am. That I am brave, not stupid to open myself up. I am honest. I am not a victim.
I am grateful for the people in my life, the people who have crossed my path, all the experiences - even if I want to scrunch up my nose and discard certain experiences - I am grateful that nothing in my life is, nor am I, insignificant.
Sometimes I forget about the things I've achieved, the battles I've fought and the blessings I've received. This isn't supposed to be an emotional ramble, rather just a manifesto of sorts to remind myself that I do manage to be great, creative, loved and brave everyday. Every.Single.Day.
I was beating myself up about the weight I've put on over the last few weeks - too many good times, too much stress, too much temptation! The 18th of May marks a year since the Squire and I launched into our Dukan way of life, and I was lamenting the fact that I am not at my lowest weight. The Squire reminded me that I was still 10kgs lighter than a year ago!
I still feel like a hot stressful mess. I'm afraid of meeting new people and having to explain my sobriety... Close on 7 months of sobriety. I should be proud of myself, not afraid, I've been courageous and the whole thing is a huge testament to God's guidance in my life.
I sometimes feel lonely and long for the loves I've lost. I seem blind to the incredible love and support of friends and family at times. The utter devotion of my sweet Arizona, who right now is snuggled up against my leg on the couch.
Even with this challenge to "be creative" everyday for 100 days, I sell myself short and forget that writing is creative. That it is a gift, that some people can't even compose an sms, let alone write a paragraph. I forget because I just like writing. I forget that a lot of people are not open like I am. That I am brave, not stupid to open myself up. I am honest. I am not a victim.
I am grateful for the people in my life, the people who have crossed my path, all the experiences - even if I want to scrunch up my nose and discard certain experiences - I am grateful that nothing in my life is, nor am I, insignificant.
Friday, 2 May 2014
One Lucky Girl #100creativedays Day 10
I got to go shopping with my best-friend-flat-mate-brother The Squire this morning, what a legend!
I got to cuddle my small-hairy-best-friend Arizona on the couch this afternoon.
And when I thought things couldn't get better, I had dinner cooked by my best-guy-doctor-foodie-fashion-friend - see the photo!!! Seriously! Surf and turf - soooo nom!! And I got to abuse his uncapped internet :) he also comes with a gorgeous boyfriend, so double the treat :)
Now off to bed with my Arizona
Xxx
#farmroundup #100creativedays Day 4-8
Take nine rowdy adults, add two impressionable kids... and a few catch phrases...
Ben, age 5 " #whyareyousayinghashtagallthetime "
"Everything is awwwwwwwwesome, everything is great when you're part of a teaaaaam"
"Muska-who?" "Muskadel" "Muska-who?" "Muskadel" (every night... like clockwork)
We travelled to The Farm, just outside Three Sisters, on Saturday morning. The first afternoon was rather placid and topped with a braai.
The days that followed are a delicious blur of nutella-bacon-cream-chilli-cheese, wild drives through the veld on the back of the bakkie, motorbikes, horses, slack-line, sun, naps, moths, sunsets, sheep, solar lights, noisy generators and a lot of laughter.
Thanks for a great holiday kids!
xxx
Ben, age 5 " #whyareyousayinghashtagallthetime "
"Everything is awwwwwwwwesome, everything is great when you're part of a teaaaaam"
"Muska-who?" "Muskadel" "Muska-who?" "Muskadel" (every night... like clockwork)
We travelled to The Farm, just outside Three Sisters, on Saturday morning. The first afternoon was rather placid and topped with a braai.
The days that followed are a delicious blur of nutella-bacon-cream-chilli-cheese, wild drives through the veld on the back of the bakkie, motorbikes, horses, slack-line, sun, naps, moths, sunsets, sheep, solar lights, noisy generators and a lot of laughter.
Thanks for a great holiday kids!
xxx
My Little Pony... #100creativedays Day 4-8
I'd like to say that I was diligent about writing in my journal every day that I was on The Farm, but I didn't. It become very flowery. I hope this counts as creative, seeing as I clearly didn't take any of these photos myself!
I really think I was born to be "horsey". As a little girl I didn't ride, or draw horses, I think I owned one actual "My Little Pony"... oh and a MLP t-shirt when I was 4... I used to pretend to "ride" a horizontal branch of the guava tree. The same branch doubled as a window when the game changed. Maybe my "horsey" potential was only unlocked later in life. I LOVE RIDING. I barely ride. I took every opportunity to ride while on The Farm.
The same guy who wowed me with his crazy balance on the slack-line was equally impressed by the ease with which I threw myself on to the back of Inflation (the horse with the green reins, the other one is Casanova) and rode off without a care. I do take liberties with "threw myself", it was more like ugly scrambling. But damnit, I can trot. And even better, I can make a horse STOP.
Definitely need to explore this hobby further...
Beer Can? Beacon? Bacon? #100creativedays Day 4-8
"Say 'Beer can in a British accent"
"Beercan"
"You just said 'bacon' in a Jamacian accent..."
The Beacon marks the highest point on The Farm... how high? We do not know :) The Jamacian Bacon joke was stretched to cover Beacon too.
"The Farm" belongs to my highschool best friend's family and this is the third time that I've been privilaged enough to visit! I snapped a pile of horrid photos on my old point-and-click, but some came out pretty niiiice. We had sun-downers at The Beacon 2 out of 5 nights (or as The Squire would say 40%)
Sunset at The Beacon
"Beercan"
"You just said 'bacon' in a Jamacian accent..."
The Beacon marks the highest point on The Farm... how high? We do not know :) The Jamacian Bacon joke was stretched to cover Beacon too.
"The Farm" belongs to my highschool best friend's family and this is the third time that I've been privilaged enough to visit! I snapped a pile of horrid photos on my old point-and-click, but some came out pretty niiiice. We had sun-downers at The Beacon 2 out of 5 nights (or as The Squire would say 40%)
Sunset at The Beacon
Thursday, 1 May 2014
#100creativedays Day 9: Why have I kept my love hidden from you?
Firstly, my excuse for Days 4-8 being noticeably absent, well I spent the last 6 days in the Karoo, with minimal phone access, let alone internet, so I'll update the blog tomorrow with a few themed posts covering my time on the farm.
Secondly, I have no idea why I haven't done a post on Arizona yet, she is my furry bundle of joy! Born 8 October 2013, she is a week short of 7 months and has been living with me for close on 5 months.
Arizona has the softest fur that I've ever felt on a cat, loves catnip treats, her teddy (filled with nip), chicken and me.
Once she got up on her back legs, waddled towards me and bit me on the nose...
One of her recent favourite games is stealing the kitchen sponge and hiding it around the flat.
Photos courtesy of The Squire - taken this morning to coax me home from the Karoo.
xxx
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