The biscuit mill...

So on my mom's previous visit, JC took us to explore the Neighbourhood Goods Market at the Biscuit Mill.

After much spreading, tasting, sipping, pushing...um'hing and a'hing, we left, slightly tipsy and well fed (we had champers and pizza at 10h00 in the morning!) with a few edible organic flowers to fry :)

I just love Cape Town....

Why not?

My words

My words

 

My words are an open wound;

a flame licking in the darkest corner.

Melting skin,

drying tears from empty eyes.

 

My words are my truth;

circling around past hurts and regrets.

Trying to wash away shame,

a guilty red stain from a white shirt collar.

 

My words are a warm, scented bath;

soothing weary flesh.

Lighting a candle,

along the way.

 

 

Anne-marie

 



My mantra...

A sad, sad week...

It started raining this morning in Cape Town, almost as if the rain wants to comfort and wash away all sadness...

This is a mantra in memory of Peet's mom and Merle's husband, who both passed over this week. We honor the love and the light they shared with so many, we acknowledge that they left this world a better place.

"May you meet the Light with your own ready flame.

May all troubles lift from you in the prayer filled air.

May your radiant Spirit be surrounded by those you love.

May your loving heart never waver in the truth.

And without hesitation, may you always shine."

(Adapted from Caroline's mantra) 

Om namah shivaya...

Words...

So easy to say!

Explosions of sound.

Vomiting airwaves -

rippling through the universe.

 

When sounds connects knowing;

the never ending sense

of love, healing, of peace.

Oh, the power of truth!
 

 

Anne-marie