Speechless: Day 34 #100daysofwriting

Pink toenails keep Summer close
Even with a sore throat
Frozen shut
Struck dumb
Words fall short
And bounce up again
Borrowed coats hide the chill
Summer hides in a scent
Twisted together
Buried in cloth
You smell like memories
Half forgotten
Warm memories
Wrapped in cold secrets
How long ago you ask
I can't even answer
Frozen shut.

Love and other drugs : Day 33 #100daysofwriting

I arrived pretty late
Black jeans
Angry boots
Wearing your jacket
Mouth full of opinions
Heart full of rage
Pain in my body
Ideas in my brain
You handed me something
To quiet the pain
And listened
While I rattled
And while I raved
Then you hugged me
And sent me on my way.

L&T : Day 32 #100daysofwriting

I've mulled a lot of world issues around in my head over the last few days and found myself really wanting to publicly respond in some way. I'm also afraid because I can clearly see that certain people close to me might misunderstand. I'm not looking to upset anyone, or attack, but rather remind anyone who reads this of some universal truths.

 

Asked the question: Is there something wrong with the world and what will fix it? I found myself agreeing that there is much wrong with the world. I really do think that love and tolerance are the answer.

 

What would that look like? Well first, promote what you love instead of bashing what you hate. Honestly, people can't go around claiming that another's race, gender, religion, nationality, eating habits and sexuality, are causing them harm.

 

Two adults in love will not hurt another couple in love, if their love is honest, as love needs to be. Cheating and lying are not honest and someone isn't being loved in that equation, so don't even talk about that.

 

Intolerance over someone's choice to fast, shave, meditate, worship, love, draw, sing, write, speak... Where is the love? Where is the tolerance? You need to sort out your own house and figure out why you are so obsessed with your neighbours.

 

Healthy debate is good when both parties are heard. You don't win or lose in a conversation, this isn't a trial. You don't have to agree, you don't need to blame. Just last night I expressed my opinion over something, was heard and my opinion acknowledged, in turn I listened and acknowledged their opinion, I left the conversation with a different perspective.

 

I hate to even ask this, but please don't tell me I'm wrong. I will listen to your perspective, but hold up the principles of love and tolerance against any opinion you have. Love is not lustful, murderous, depraved, and harmful. Yes it can hurt, but it will not harm.

Take Me Down : Day 31 #100daysofwriting

Take me down to the river
Where you first declared your love
Take me down to the river
Where you washed away my tears
Take me down to the river
Where you showed me your heart
Take me down to the river
Down to the river
The river
Where you slowly rowed away.

Fashion Twins : Day 30 #100daysofwriting

Time really flies and I can't believe that Brother and I bought our flat just over 2.5 years ago. I think we exceeded most peoples expectations and are absolutely best friends.

Tonight when I got home he wanted shoe advice because we are going to a wedding in the morning. We ended up playing with outfit options and I had to agree that he had actually chosen a great outfit for himself. Who doesn't love a man with style?

I decided I needed an outfit run through too and in turn got his advice. It also boiled down to choosing between two pairs of shoes and Brother suggesting I add a belt!

I really dig stuff like this. I'm really blessed.

In The Scales : Day 29 #100daysofwriting

I went back to gym today, with a great concept running through my head "don't rely on motivation, rely on commitment." Yup... Say you will do it, then do it, even if you don't feel like it. We can't depend on our feelings to steer us. It probably helped that I'd made a commitment to gym with a friend.

It's a good concept. I seem to be constantly looking for motivation. Flip, when I feel like my head isn't in the game I hop on Pinterest for quotes. It helps a bit, but really I just need to stick to my guns. It becomes a matter of boundaries in the end. I commit to gym on a certain evening, so I don't get swayed by work load or socialising - in the bigger picture I'm better off. Less resentment, more joy. In trying not to be selfish we can really go overboard and stop looking after or even respecting our own needs. It is about balance.

So that's my goal - to make healthy commitments and to stick to them. Even if I occasionally need a little help from a friend.

Beatnik : Day 28 #100daysofwriting

Paint splatter
On your neck
And your shoes
Tattooed fingers
Point back at you
Sweep your arm
Wildly
Making it skew
Look how my anger
Splits us in two
Canvas almost broken
Check out my view
Paint splatter
Confuses all that was true

Treat Yo Self : Day 27 #100daysofwriting

Rain is bucketing down outside, and suddenly remember that someone told me that Wednesday will be cold.

I'm trying to fill my body with vitamins, my mind with positive philosophies and I'm trying to flex my creative muscles. I supposed I'm not trying, I'm doing.

I also realised lately that I was slipping into a lazy slump with girly stuff - like nails, shaving, moisturising, and fussing with hair. Don't get me wrong, my hair is always clean, nails short, no one is seeing my legs in Winter, nor my toes, I'm clean, clothes are usually on point.... But no fanciness around self care.

I'm not a girly girl, although I've gone through some make up, heels and dangly earring phases. So what is going on now? I'm starting to feel like a tomboy... Or am I lazy?

Anyway - since being ill I've upped the pretty - surprise surprise it doesn't take much time to make a little effort and I'm feeling better for it. I suppose its a type of love towards yourself? Caring for yourself?

People told me I looked pretty today... Was it the eyeliner? The scarf? Or maybe because I actually showed myself some love? I think this could be the beginning of a great romance :)

Lip Service : Day 26 #100daysofwriting

Crack
A smile
A joke
Red lips part
Skew teeth
Lipstick smudge
Like awkward blood
On your pointy tooth

Break
A grin
A heart
Thin lips twist
Venom drips
Teeth bite
Like locked doors
Hiding your dirty secret

Smash
A lie
A promise
Chapped lips smack
Tiny scars
Riddles unsolved
Like boulders crash
Through all my dreams

Princess Me : Day 25 #100daysofwriting

I really got lucky in the sibling stakes. My brother is really awesome.

 

We've both been ill this weekend but I definitely got hit worse. I haven't been this sick in a long time. We did our best at looking after each other - taking turns to get supplies, lifting the maid, hanging laundry (don't even ask why the maid wasn't involved with laundry) - and made it through.

 

Today we'd arranged family lunch out to celebrate Mom's birthday, which is tomorrow. It is Father's Day too. Getting up and dressed in something more stylish than leggings and a hoody was really not easy for me. I felt bloated and pale. Nothing felt right on my body. Brother came to the rescue and basically made me feel like my insanity was justified. He just listened as I lamented that my eye shadow clashed with my shirt and that I looked like a man.

 

He managed to get me out of the flat feeling vaguely attractive and munching rescue remedy. Who gets social anxiety about a family lunch? My family is actually lovely.

 

Of course the restaurant lost our booking... But found us a table. Then came the mammoth task of deciding what to eat after three days of bland food. I actually teared up and the waiter got a little worried. My family took the insanity in their stride and I ate more rescue tablets.

 

Lunch was great and we even got a chance to get some sun. Then I gratefully crawled back into bed and napped.

 

Anyway, while Brother was out at church I woke up and managed to cook some food for lunches, washed up and made myself a juice. I think I'm much better now. The whole cook and clean routine is actually my usual test the night before I go back to work post illness.

 

Anyway, glad I have an awesome brother and lovely parents.

 

Lucid Dreams : Day 24 #100daysofwriting

I've been really ill with stomach flu for three days now, maybe even four, but in bed for three. It hurts so much at times, even though I have these magic stomach cramp pills.

I'm a pretty vivid dreamer under normal conditions, but add medication and we have a Hollywood block buster on our hands.

Years ago I watched a movie about lucid dreaming, where the dreamer can essentially control their dream. I've googled it and am pretty sure it was called "The Good Night". I remember very little of the actual story - lots of white, a beautiful girl - but what stuck was the technique of looking at your hands while in a dream. I think it's supposed to ground you so you can make decisions in the dream. I've actually done that in my dreams.

Anyway, without specifically trying, I've managed to get some control over my dreams. There is a big house that shows up often in my dreams. There is a huge library on the top floor, so I make sure that I get upstairs during my dream.

A few sleeps ago (note: I've been sick in bed and sleeping every few hours) I didn't like what was going on in my dream, so I lay down in the dream and pushed my shoulder into the floor. I woke up straight away.

Sometimes I have such realistic dreams that I can feel physical contact. This really sucks when I ask someone to pinch me to prove I'm not dreaming, while in the dream. It's not nice to be convinced of a reality, only to wake up.

I really enjoy being a dreamer and remember a fair amount. Some of my recurring dreams I'd prefer to drop - like the work dreams where we keep moving furniture around the office. Or the neighbour disputes, I'm glad my real neighbours aren't as weird.

On that note, off to dreamland I go...

Hold On Tight : Day 23 #100daysofwriting

We rode
With the wind
Clinging
No extra gloves
My fingers frozen
I held on
I was safe

We rode
To the beach
Laughing
Lying on sand
My skin thawed
I let go
We weren't safe

I loved you
So much that day
But I knew
I knew
It had to end
Still now
I long for that day.

Storm Chaser : Day 22 #100daysofwriting

Do you remember
Chasing storms
Hand in hand
Facing waves
Clinging to railings

I remember
How you held me
Afraid I'd be washed away
With you I was fearless
I wanted to be in the storm
Hands white with cold
Squealing as a wave crashed
Your arms pulling me
Your chest warming me

We were free
And I miss that.

Brain Drain : Day 21 #100daysofwriting

I've felt drained for weeks and frankly, I'm tired of it. I'm not good about taking vitamins and I like the idea of fresh source nutrients, so I dusted off my juicer.

I grabbed 5 of my favourite ingredients and started with a beetroot-apple-carrot-lemon-ginger combo.

Beetroot is the kind of vegetable I've avoided most of my life - but it makes a great juice. Full of iron and claiming to aid recovery after a work out, its a winner. And really does help with exercise recovery!

Apples keep the doctor away... And anyone else if you aim right... But seriously, sweet but lower in kljs than other fruit - grey ingredient.

Carrots are full of vitamin A for crazy eye health - need I say more?

Lemon is full of vitamin C and always top of the pops for detox drinks. Juice with the skin on for a tart flavour! So fresh!

Ginger puts the zing in your blood and aids digestion.

I've got enough juice for a glass tomorrow morning - think I will add a dash of cayenne pepper to really get my motor going!

Here's to a healthy winter! xxx

Real? Day 20 #100daysofwriting

I actually hit something with my car tonight. I keep writing about it and deleting it. It was small, like smaller than a cat. It appeared to be oval and black. It darted in front of me, I heard a thump and then nothing. I drove up and down, peering into the dark rain for the body; but nothing.

Did it dart? Or did it blow? Was it even an animal? Was it nothing?

I felt bad. A police van drove past with sirens wailing while I drove slowly down the road. I felt like I'd committed a crime.
I wish I didn't feel so awful. If I'd found a pet I was fully prepared to take it to the vet. I'd imagined the plastic bags, the apologies. I tried to do right. But what if I did no wrong in the first place?

I really should sleep.

Warm & Cold : Day 19 #100daysofwriting

Your freckled fingers
Wrap around your mug
Warm
Your scattered words
Wrap around my heart
Cold

Only the truth
Your brown eyes promised
Warm
Only you can't
Your freckled mouth lies
Cold

Store Stalker : Day 18 #100daysofwriting

White vest
Mom jeans
Squeaky sneakers
I hear you
Before I see you
Trolley full of carbs
Head full of dreams
Screaming toddler by your side

White vest
Mom jeans
Rattling trolley
I smell you
Before I see you
Baby lotion and peanut butter
The scent of mother
Sulky teen trailing behind

White vest
Mom jeans
Head full of dreams

Happy : Day 17 #100daysofwriting

I'm exhausted but happy. Really don't have the brain power to write a proper post... Had a lovely social day that was wonderfully rounded up with a birthday dinner. So many hugs, deep conversations and even a bloody decent massage. Anyway, it really filled my tank with love.

Xxx

Searching : Day 16 #100daysofwriting

I look for you
In memories
In dreams
In dangerous ally ways of my mind
You haunt
You tease
You descend
Only to leave

I thought tonight
As I drove through
Darkened suburbs
Lazy love songs in my ears
I thought I saw you
A glimpse of you
In the distance
You languished
Lazy in the doorway
Of a 24 hour Pick 'n Pay
I searched the aisles
Grabbing at clues
Pieces of you
Humdrum demands
Still pounding in my head
Buzzing on my phone
I left clutching my clues

Back in the road
You promise to meet me at home
I search for you
But neighbours shout
And you flee
I'm left with my melting clue
My ice cream
And a packet of biscuits

**** I feel the poem ends here but I still want to explain - I'm in need of rest, relief, happiness, peace. I'm exhausted and run down. I'm emotionally low. I feel like I'm searching for my happy. That's what this poem is about. Feeling lost.

Snuggle up for a story... Day 15 #100daysofwriting

Once upon a time, just around the corner... Lived an average looking princess... Who am I kidding? She was beautiful! Average-smaverage!

 

Where was I? Oh yes, the princess from around the corner. Well, her name was Bunny. What do you mean "that's not a princess name?" I'm telling the story here! How will I ever get to the dangerous bits if you keep interrupting?

 

So, one day, Bunny decided to go for a ride on her horse. Tired of constant monitoring, Bunny snuck off while the staff were watching Dr Phil at tea time. Bunny rode very quickly into the cover of dense woods at the edge of her sprawling garden.

 

Bunny had ridden in the woods many times before, but never alone. There was something magical about the woods that day. Maybe it was the sheer adrenaline of escaping, or maybe something was going on that day. Well, no need to keep you in suspense, there was a secret meeting happening in the woods...

 

Yes, a Teddy bears picnic!

 

Bunny had never seen living Teddies before and let out a gasp when she spotted them. The Teddies were way chilled though and invited Bunny to hang out. They even had an apple for the horse.

Now, Bunny lived a low carb lifestyle and could hardly control herself when she saw all the baked treats laid out. She started to pile her plate high with all sorts of cake and pie. The Teddies looked a little bit shocked and muttered to themselves. An elderly lady Teddy cleared her throat and said, "Bunny, we usually take one treat at a time as to ensure proper sharing." Bunny blushed.

 

"Tell us how you came to be in the woods alone," another Teddy asked. Bunny explained that she had stolen away for a ride. The Teddies muttered again.

 

The Teddies couldn't handle having someone so greedy and dishonest in their midst, so they ate her.

 

The End

 

"If you go into the woods today..."

Throw Back Thursday - some of my favourites #TBT

new-name-new-look-new-focus - Love my Strawberry Man story

faux-romance

what-is-love

Attention Seeker : Day 14 #100daysofwriting

 

I think it was established quite early on in my life that I love a little drama and attention. I’d never intentionally hurt myself but I’d gladly show off battle scars. I like to go on and on about things.

At 14 I was told that I’d not only need braces, but I’d need headgear too! Oh the horror! Mom promised that I’d get one of those pixie style beanies that were so en vogue in the 90’s. Alas! No headgear, so I didn’t get the beanie. I still hold on to the disappointment.

In my early 20’s I did a free eye test at the gym – the results were grim, I urgently needed to see an optometrist, as I was clearly living in a blurred world. Again, the horror, until I spotted a gorgeous pair of blue frames as I waited for my proper assessment. Did I need glasses after all? No. Again… I’m still holding onto the disappointment of not getting those glasses.

Recently with my jaw issues I’d resolved myself to jaw surgery and weeks of recovery, where sustained on liquidised food I’d get svelte and get lots of presents. No, instead I wear a sexy gum guard to bed. How can I be disappointed? I’m clearly insane!

Today I had a free eye test again, and like before I’m diagnosed with all manner of ocular drama. I really don’t trust those machines, I couldn’t get my chin into the correct spot, so I’ve booked a proper appointment. I’m trying very hard not to dream of tortoise shell nerd glasses…. It’s not like I can afford glasses, I’ve only recently forked out for an overpriced gum guard. The insanity must stop…

 xxx

Guilt Trip : Day 13 #100daysofwriting

The sniffles defeated me and I couldn't conceive of leaving my bed. I answered some mails and delegated some tasks, but I mostly slept today. I'm pretty sure that the point of a sick day is to sleep. So why do I feel so guilty?

Why?

I've also sworn to be back in the office tomorrow, guns blazing.

What am I trying to prove?

I still haven't made a move on any freelance writing. I feel frozen to the spot. Paralysed by self doubt. Did I see a sick day as an opportunity to start? I slept, I barely had enough concentration to watch a whole episode of series. Why am I beating myself up for resting when I clearly need it?

I suppose all I can recognise is that I'm a rather silly human, and go to sleep again.

Sneeze Louise! Day 12 #100daysofwriting

I really tend to be warm blooded but this winter is really messing with me. I swing from warm enough to frozen within minutes. When I arrived at work today I was quite warm enough in a sleeveless shirt. Everyone screamed at me and I let them feel my warm hands. Maybe they cursed me because within 20 minutes I was frozen, even with the addition of a cardigan and jacket.

I really pride myself in not getting cold as fast as everyone else. I get quite arrogant. I tell them to breathe deeply and to visualise heat radiating from their stomachs. I claim to be a Viking - we have Swedish ancestry, I have long incisors, I don't get cold.

Now I'm sneezing. My nose feels all tickled and sore. I'm tucked up in bed and ignoring all I'd said I'd do tonight. It is a cold Monday night after all!

I really hope my nose gets its act together, I refuse to be conquered!!!

The Louise bit? Well it rhymes... And it's my second name. Fancy that?

Good night! Keep healthy!

TAO - on writing

She withdrew into herself,
First writing just for one,
Then touching thousands.
She incarnated ghosts, hurt, and joy
Into paper-and-ink stories of wonder.

One author said, “I can get rid of anything by writing about it,” meaning that the process of externalization could liberate him from the pain in his soul. That realization produced a delicious dichotomy : to free himself, or to hold on to both joys and tortures by remaining silent about them.

Writer write because they must : They need to express something from deep within themselves. They hear voices that others do not. They listen urgently, and they must communicate what they hear.

People feel Tao in the same way that writers feel something unique. In the process of listening for mysterious voices and expressing the wonder that comes is a magic akin to the perfection of Tao.

All above as shared on http://mymostlyunfabulouslife.com/2014/06/08/daily-tao-159-writer-2/ and http://www.justfortodaymeditations.com/daily-recovery-readings-june-8/

Hunting The Moon : Day 11 #100daysofwriting

I climbed out of the window
to hunt the moon

hood up
hands tucked
into the hoody
that smells of you
toes curl
in new cowboy boots

I climbed out of the window
to hunt the moon

the Khoi believe
Sun hacks away at Moon
leaving just His backbone
Moon is reborn tonight
I am reborn tonight

I climbed out of the window
to find my way

face up
knees tucked
into the hoody
that smells of us
toes tap
in new cowboy boots

I climbed out of the window
to find my way

the Khoi believe
Girl threw ashes to heaven
creating the Milky Way
stars show the way
I see the way

I climbed out of the window
to hunt the moon

A pause before waking - Day 10 #100daysofwriting

I float
In limbo
Between waking
And dream
Pulled back
By sound
That smell
Does the sun have a smell?
Summer time skin
Dry mouth
I crunch
The sleep from my eyes
Breaking the spell
Limbs stretch
Hands fumble
Time
Have I wasted
A chunk of day
An opportunity
Am I late
Lazy
Sleep crunches
Skin itches
Limbs stretch
Reality seeps
Dreams confuse.

Write Stuff : Day 9 #100daysofwriting

I really enjoy writing and it helps me to unload all of the feelings that crash around inside me. Writing makes the feelings line up neatly like the disruptive school children that they are. I like to think of my emotions, character defects, my habits - call them what you will - as little creatures who follow me around. Personifying them makes it easier for me to dimiss them, uninvite them from parties and meetings, and to put them in their place.

This said, I also get anxious about writing. Sure, writing free flowing thought is basic enough, but I want to try my hand at paid writing. Frankly, it all feels daunting! I suppose it is self doubt and my need for affirmation. But then again I realise that potential criticism and feedback will only work towards helping me to improve and hone my skills. I need to quiet the nagging inner voice that claims that I can't write. Look! Words in a line - I just wrote!

I suppose a level of fear is ok when something is important?

In the words of James Thurber: 

"Don't get it right, get it written."

Low Low Low : Day 8 #100daysofwriting

I've been on a mission to wake up earlier and last two mornings have been a success. I have also managed to get to sleep more easily. As a result my body clock has reset.
 

Maybe because winter is the season of snuggly vibes? That said, all I can think about is how much I'd like to just go to sleep right now. Again - rare - I have a nasty habit of staying awake extremely late, struggling to settle, and just not falling asleep.
 

I'm the queen if the Sunday afternoon nap, even on a sunny afternoon, yet even the hint of a street light drives me to night time insomnia. It really makes no sense.
 

I try to avoid taking medicine unnecessarily since I've cleaned up my lifestyle with regards to addictive substances. A glass of wine really did help me sleep in the old days, and I don't want to depend on something chemical now. I know there are natural options, but I'd rather do it totally naturally.
 

So far these conditions and changes are helping: warm bed, a little incense, an eye mask, drastically reduced coffee intake and all before noon, and a really cool app that cuts the blue light from my phone after sundown.
 

I apologise if my writing structure is off - just focus on the info.

Good night!

THROW BACK THURSDAY #TBT

Throwback to some of my favourite posts!

Your Concept of My Beauty

Pregnant

Fighting Dragons

First Day of the Big Promotion

The Point of Life

Vents don't only let the fresh air in... Day 7 #100daysofwriting

At the absolute risk of moaning for a few paragraphs... I'm tired and my stomach feels insanely unhappy. I really don't know why, nor is calling in sick tomorrow even remotely possible - I sense some "sucking it up" or positive thinking is needed.

I suffer with shoulder, neck and jaw tension - from stress, bad posture and general anxiety. I more easily admit to depressive episodes than my general, tightly wound, anxious state. It explains a lot of the drinking I've done in the past, the need for social lubrication and my more recent white-knuckle reaction to large social events.

I'm trying to stretch and exercise to help with the tension build up. I have a great physio, but releasing the knots every 6 weeks is not the long term solution. I'm not perfect and frankly exercise can add to tension. I did a few moves on the Powerplate last night and felt way too rattled around in the head.

I've been to a surgeon who says I grind my teeth at night, so now I wear a grind plate - think hockey gum guard on bottom teeth. It helps but can make me gag a little. It worked until I went on that bloody Powerplate - insert sad face.

So yes, I think I rattled myself on the Powerplate and now my head hurts too much, resulting in a rubbish tummy.

Time to sleep
xxx

Creative Catch-Up (What I watched in May) : Day 6 #100daysofwriting

I have been asked by a fan and creative benefactor to write an update-slash-newsy post. Don’t be fooled, I don’t get paid to write my drivel, but I am emotionally supported and encouraged. I’ve decided to report back on some of the beautiful creative influences who have crossed my path over the month of May. These are unsponsored so no Barry Ronge fanciness here, ok?

Performance: La traviata by Verdi (Opera)
Venue: Artscape
Date: 9 May 2015
I fortunately work for a company who support Cape Town Opera, so most years I manage to snag a pair of tickets to a production. This year it was my Dad’s turn as my date. I’ve actually seen “La traviata” before but the two productions differed in interpretation, so it was quite refreshing. This production was set in the 1800’s while the former was set in the 1920’s. Cast were all students of UCT Opera School and were outstanding – there is much hope for the future of Opera in South Africa. Short plot summary: “That opera about the prostitute with TB”

Performance: Hello Dolly
Venue: Baxter
Date: 14 May 2015
Edgemead High put on a musical every two years and I know a staff member, so naturally went to support. I am a little bias because they put on “Little Shop of Horrors” previously and I’m a total fan. The kids gave it their all, I loved the quirky sets and it was a fun night out. Some real talent shown for singing, comedic timing and dancing. Short plot summary: “That musical about the meddling matchmaker, not Fiddler On The Roof”

Performance: The Pervert Laura by Louis Viljoen
Venue: Fugard
Date: 15 May 2015I love intimate theatre, I love a physiological thriller, I love South African play writes. Rounded up some friends and went to witness this “dark psycho-drama”. Would I tell my parents to watch this? No, but I absolutely loved the play and it was honestly the most disturbing play that I have ever seen. Got a chance to chat to the cast afterwards which was so special. Short plot summary: “That play about the girl who got messed up by her dad”

Performance: Tobacco and the Harmful Effects Thereof (based on the Anton Chekhov play)
Venue: Fugard
Date: 25 May 2015
Again, intimate theatre. Like I mentioned, I’m not going for a professional, researched approached. A friend and I attended this play because tickets were on special and we had heard that it had won an award/been sold out at Grahamstown. Primarily a one man show, with loads of straight faced jokes and physical comedy, I was in hysterics. The title gives nothing away about the play and initially I thought it may be education. It is a comedy with a hidden dark side. It is still playing till 13 June so I would recommend that you see it. Short plot summary: “That play about the subservient man who loses the plot”

Performance: Joshua Grierson and Fruit Vendor (musical performance)
Venue: Alma Café
Date: 29 May 2015
I’ve known Josh for years (The first one, Fruit Vendor’s name is also Josh) but haven’t seen him perform for a while. His style is dark and makes me think of Nick Cave’s twisted love songs. It’s great to watch him play, the gap between man and guitar sort of blur. Between his smoky voice and the rain, I was inspired to write a dark poem when I got home. Fruit Vendor on the other hand sings happy songs and flashes his dimples (I’m not sure if he actually has dimples but his smile felt dimply). The subject matter itself isn’t necessary light however. The venue is also an experience, home styling cooking and live music, perfect for a Winter evening.

Heady Practice : Day 5 #100daysofwriting

The air is heavy
With incense
Promises
And little flecks of memory

I see you
Bending
Stretching
The arch of your neck
So familiar to me
Yet light years from my touch

I forget to breathe
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
Our synchronized worship
Of the hidden sun
Brings us close
And then away

Muscle moves bone
In smooth flow
I'm out of breath
Can't touch my toes
You are chiseled perfection
You are river
You are memory
Of sunshine love
Of forever promises
Of youth

I bow with you
Hide my ruby cheeks
And just remember
To forget.

Winter Lover : Day 4 #100daysofwriting

Hi all
 

My earlier attempt at a post was awful and it deleted rather easily... So here are some of my late night musings.
 

Winter time is good. I think of layered clothing that narrows the gap between hipster chic and hobo. We all end up looking like little hobos in Winter. You disagree? Look at yourself in your over sized beanie, are those fingerless gloves and a long trailing scarf? In cold desperation did you ignore all concept of matching? Your only option is to stick to neutrals - grey, black, brown, cream, navy and a pop of burgundy. Really, now we all match - uniform hobos.
 

The next aspect is romance. I'm even guilty of sniffing out affection in the cold months. Romance is built next to fires, with layers hiding your hot cross bun rolls - am I the only one who feels that Easter marks the end of carb restrictions? In the Southern Hemisphere at least, I would imagine that Thanksgiving rings in the end of diets in the North?
 

The prospect of romance may even encourage you to brave the rain to hit a yoga class. You may even feel compelled to tame your leg hair in their undercover months and therefore making the Springtime grooming less of a lawn mower affair.
 

Is this post about to romance? Goodness me. Old flames and discarded Summer Loving Prospects are popping out of the woodwork at a rate directly proportional to the dipping mercury. What to do? I've pledged allegiance to rusks for the last two months and I'm starting to look like a traditional Ouma Buttermilk rusk - pale and chunky. Mmmm, I actually sound like the perfect thing to curl up on the couch with; blankie and cuppa as my back up singers. Could I, with my rusk-like physique be the perfect winter companion?
 

(I need to break into a grin here)
 

I will keep you updated on my search for the perfect winter companion - don't be surprised it just turns out to be Arizona.

xxx