Winging it ;)

"Fake it till you make it!" A much-laughed-about saying from my best friend.

When the confidence, the knowledge or the context is not always present, the best way to enter into the unknown is with an air of "I can do this thing". At least for the first couple of minutes people read your fake confidence and they react to it with a sigh of satisfaction - strength is always appreciated, either to hang on to or to sustain a good fight :)

So here comes a pint-sized tortoise and she encounters a sprig of basil, a new enigma in her world of fynbos. She pee'ed once, sniffed twice and then went for it in a big way. What a lesson!

Enough with the lamenting and the worrying, the thinking and analysing....it's Friday...let's open the champagne and build a fire for the braai. Life's good...I think?!

A sad, sad day...

Today is the 10th of December 2013. This day could not have been harder. Instead of participating, I decided to make a restful retreat and to blanket myself from this day. I have no more tears and my heart is heavy....

Today is the memorial of our beloved Nelson Mandela.

Today is also the memorial service for Arlene, a beautiful friend who passed away tragically in Nepal whilst on her gap year and honeymoon.

And today is the day my best friend immigrates to the UK. I hope we'll meet up soon because our journey is not done.

 

 

 

A sad day indeed....

Oh wise one!

We had a super Sunday at the World of Birds in Hout Bay. JC knows I am a little obsessed with owls at the moment. I see them everywhere and I have been wearing an owl bracelet for a while.

So imagine my wonder when I got to meet the most beautiful and exotic birds, literally face-to-face. The personalities and the eccentricities. Bold and bright or quietly camouflaged, they where all there. I felt like I intruded into a different world.

The bird were either injured, rescued, or they were pets. Very sad and a real wake-up call to people who do not realise that these are living things who get attached and struggle to adapt after we humans intervened.

My favorite area was of course, the owl sanctuary. Huge graceful birds, wise and wonderful. I am in awe of nature...

 

 

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!

PL Dunbar