Monthly Archives: November 2015
We all have dreams, big ones, small ones, unrealistic and attainable ones. Old dreams and new dreams and shelved dreams. Broken dreams and dreams so deep they remain unformed. Read the rest of this entry
Sometimes in the mad rush and stress of my working life, I get the opportunity to do something out of the ordinary. I was asked to make a day trip to a customer based in Maseru, Lesotho. Amid the angst of work related issues I was just a teeny bit excited to see part of South Africa that I’d never seen before as it involved a passport and crossing the border into the Lesotho mountains. Read the rest of this entry
I opened Facebook today to see this pic…
and so rightly I thought…there must be more!!!!
and so with the help of google and a short while later I found some real gems!!! Read the rest of this entry
Today I woke up knowing that thousands of people around the world were mourning the loss of life. Those who lost friends, family, partners in the unthinkable horror in Paris in a senseless act of violence. Those who lost friends, family, partners in the retaliation that took place in Northern Syria overnight. Those who lost loved ones this weekend to accidents, violence, illness and neglect. Daily there is loss of life and we seem to pick and choose the events that shake us. Those that drive us to change our profile pics, post a status update, retweet a comment or follow a hashtag. Read the rest of this entry
The day I heard my dad had cancer was the same day I completed my final presentation of my 3 year Textile Technology diploma. I remember coming out of the presentation feeling relieved and grateful that the journey was over and I was able to get back to a semi-normal life without working and studying 18hrs a day. I knew my dad was expecting his test results but after 2 years of a negative cancer result I wasn’t too worried. When I was told that it was cancer and the 2 years of back and forward doctor visits were just a delay in treatment I felt angry, then relieved we had a proper diagnosis and then just assumed any treatment would work. My dad was my superhero. Nothing could happen to him. Read the rest of this entry