Category Archives: Philosophising
Still here
Hello. I am still here. My finger-nails are not and there are lots of sore bits around the edges where they were but I am still here. I guess I realised that while I was on here, I was thinking … Continue reading
Bong …
We heard the church bells donging “Wedding here … This is a wedding!” while we having lunch today and the question came for the first time ever: “Mummy, when did you get wedding’d?” “Oh, Mummy’s never been ‘married’ Poppet” I … Continue reading
Natural forces
She is a volcano A smoldering force She nourishes the earth, tends to its needs and reaps its harvest. She is an angel of the natural world – a lover of all things living. She is an evangelist for all … Continue reading
This week ..
* This week a 25yr old colleague was killed in a tragic accident at work. The entire company is emotionally decimated. This week, my darling old man neighbour is lying in a hospital approx. 700 kms away with only a … Continue reading
The Anger Switch – on/off?
I have the temperamental gene (ha, what, really?!). I also have clinically diagnosed pms issues and this happy combination manages to turn me into a horrible bitchwomanfromhell for a few days a month every month. (I am aware of this … Continue reading
The Flip-Side
A new day and a 5-minute addendum to yesterday’s post: I woke up to the sun. My world immediately feels more accessible when that happens. I have another personal mountain to climb today, but seeing blue sky and glinting fields … Continue reading
One Day …
* One day things will different. One day my heart will stop racing; One day I will stop forgetting to eat; One day I will stop myself before screaming at my child for not using his knife properly when I’m … Continue reading
What God would … ?
The “I don’t want to go to Papa’s house, I want to stay with you” drama I wrote about in Check Mate continues … and intensifies, seemingly, with every episode. Tonight it took one hour of reasoning, reassuring, pacifying and … Continue reading
The Little Things
People ask me constantly, “What are you still doing there, on your own, out in the middle of no-where … in Germany?? Why don’t you come home?!” … Well, apart from the fact that we love it here, there’s one … Continue reading
The Unravelling – Pt.1
I’m wired. My head’s full of electro-static cotton wool … don’t google it, I just made it up. Nothing else can fully paint the picture of a feeling of cumulative nothingness piqued with jabbing, piercing needles which are prodding at … Continue reading
