Posted by on September 28, 2013 | 0 comments

Hang In There, Baby!

A little birdie taught me a valuable lesson today. I was standing in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil. I stared out into the back garden, not really looking at anything while I waited. My eye fell on a bird perched on one of the trees, and what followed left me grinning from ear to ear. It’s early spring here in Cape Town, and the days have been quite windy, with a hint of the winter chill still in the air. The branch that the bird was standing on was quite thin and flimsy, and as the wind gusted the branch and its occupant were blown this way and that. I didn’t think the little thing stood a chance on that branch, but sure enough the bird held on for a good minute or so, its head held high. It was only when there was a lull in the gust that she spread her wings and flew away. How many of us hang on when the going...

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Posted by on September 28, 2013 | 0 comments

Walking Life’s Labyrinth

This morning I went to Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens for a head-clearing walk. Kirstenbosch is one of my favourite places in the world; I’ve been going there for years. Over the years I’ve grown accustomed to a handful of paths, and these are the ones that I stick to whenever I go. This morning was different. I felt inspired to venture where I hadn’t before, and it took some time for me to settle into the experience. I listened to the cautious voice inside as my guide; whenever it whispered “maybe that’s a dead end”, “you’ll get lost” or “you don’t know where this will lead”, those were the paths I took. My morning walk turned into a higgledy-piggledy adventure where I got to see a whole lot more of the Gardens than I was accustomed to. And lo and behold, when I was ready to go home, I quite naturally found my way back, without a single dead-end or wrong turn. My walk reminded me of a labyrinth and how,...

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Posted by on September 3, 2013 | 0 comments

It’s Never Too Late

Some time ago I had a conversation with a friend that I was at school with. We were reminiscing about old times and remarking on the fact that we had all turned forty. During the course of the conversation she said something that astounded me: “Let’s face it, if you haven’t made it by age forty then you might as well forget about it. It’s never going to happen.” Says who?! Isn’t it crazy how we bandy these myths about without even questioning their validity? And worse than that we also believe them as if they are THE TRUTH. Someone, somewhere says something and suddenly it becomes the rule that defines our lives. “You only get one shot at the big time.” “There can only be one true love in your life.” “There are no second chances in life.” And the list goes on…. ad nauseum. The result, of course, is that we spend much of our time chasing these things and people that we think we only have...

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