What a beautiful post. It reminds me of a book I read BY jILLY Cooper,where my eyes were glued to the page.Every second Saturday of the month I put up a stall at the wine farm in Cape Town where the farmer also breeds lipizzaner horses,the most magnificent creatures that you can't help but want to try and ride them as well. I make bracelets and neck chains for the avid horse lovers,while my daughter-in-law has framed pictures of horses she draws using the pointillism method,and the takings go into a coffer for the breeding and caring of the magnificent animals.It only takes a special person to understand and communicate with the horse to be able to ride them,as this is not a easy task for an aggressive person,you need patience and love to understand them
Once again profound and deep thoughts that makes one think when your life is on the blink.You read Namaron's blogs,and pull up your socks.and say to yourself live really rocks.
Gia yes it is very sad and when something like that happens we wished that we could have had the power to look into the future.Not that it has happened to me ,but I see history time and time again repeating itself at the Hospice I do voluntary work at. Some of the patience get put there because the family dont have the time or inclination to be bothered. These poor sick people get dumped there and don't get visitors as often as they should. Don't get me wrong not all the sick people.But what the family don't realise is that when they want to cry crocodile tears ,we the counselors and giver of comfort remind them about their no show.You sound like a very sensitive person and I hope you will not beat yourself up because we cant always be expected to understand or know these things.My motto in life is if you cant give me flowers when I am alive ,why give me flowers when I am dead.
It goes to show some people have an inferiority complex about their own anatomy and the size thereof of and quite frankly it only goes to show,the so called brain they use is the one they sit on. It does not matter as to what comes out of their mouth,because they only prove that there is a lack of performance in that department,because if that is not the case one should never keep bringing it up,as it makes it very obvious that they have a problem.
The ultimate measure of a man is his pearls of wisdom and not what he has, but what he has lost,and how he stands up bravely to face the onslaught and wields the power and leads others to follow.
I don't drink tea,coffee,or cold drinks.Never have and never will. I survive purely on mineral water and am as fit as a fiddle as I went for a full on blood test two weeks ago just to check I was doing fine after picking up a virus I got when doing voluntary work in a rural area and I was declared as fit as a fiddle and healthier than some twenty year olds.
Ed We in South Africa used to have a system that if you needed to use a public toilet you had to insert a certain amount of money into a slot to be able to make use of the loo. This alleviated layabouts from loitering about and if they had no money they could not get in. This worked fabulously as the loo was always kept clean and free of dirt.
wonderfullife86 You are a amazing young man and I hope that whoever finds you as their life partner may they cherish you and hold onto a very sincere and caring human as yourself.May you have and keep the special thought ingrained within your heart of the one you loved so dearly,as he will always be around you ,protecting you wherever you go
Abby I feel your pain ,as busy a life as I have there is not a moment I am not without thought.No matter where I go I will always get the smell of his deodorant and hear his voice.We will always love them no matter how long time goes by and whether we have lost a partner he will always intrude in our lives be it dreams ,thoughts,places and special memories. I myself am widowed for many years by that one comes back to me in nightmares
When men look at other women it is just their pride showing by means of HEY LOOK MY WIFE.PARTNER is better looking than you.Men are the hunters and gatherers.so to speak and will always find a way of solving a problem ,whereas we woman will go into panic mode. My belief is men are allowed to look at the menu but it is not necessary that they will eat off the menu.
Hi I think you misread my response,my son is dead and that is why I was explaining that to come to the realisation that he in fact had died and I thinking it was a dream,the proof was the death obituary read at the service was all that remained to remind me he was not on planet earth anymore,but gone to another universe
It is the most painful feeling when losing someone You can hear their laughter,hear them call you and smell the deodorant they wore.You go to bed ,have a dream they died,wake up with sweat running down your face,saying it was just a dream. Then you walk into their room or into your lounge to still see the remains of the many days you have spent crying as your beloved child's obituary paraphernalia is lying on the dining room table and his beautiful face staring at you with gentle eyes,smiling as if to say, Cry No More Mother I Am Safe
VERY VERY well said words of wisdom spoken from the heart of a passionate and caring human that like all else and many more place hope and faith,even if it is a long way to reach,trust in human kind to wake up and realise that the world is here for all to enjoy the fruits of love,hope,freedom and peace amongst men.Unfortunately we all share and hope that dream as time marches on so will the cleansing of hatred towards all nations, religions. Nothing wrong with dreaming.And who knows our dreams could come true if only we can get rid of the cause of all eviland look back and say IT WAS ONLY A DREAM
I for one, people would think should hate the person that took the life of my beautiful son.But here is my side. I will not waste my energy on toxic people or thoughts,as I know it will not bring my son back,nor will I allow them to give me the reason to retaliate and make myself a martyr to what they believe was right or wrong.My take on life is YES it was difficult at the time,but at the same time I think of my son as being free from all the evils that are happening and still to come on this beautiful planet that is tainted with sick individuals,war,hate speech,and greed
Fraya he is the most humble human being.It was the most amazing thing to experience the look of awe on our other "black" South African actors faces and if they were allowed to spend the rest of the day with him they would have been on cloud nine,but the boss lady Moonyeenn put a spoke in it very swiftly.No airs No graces .On the wall of my past accountancy job with the production company is a picture of the office staff ,me included on the wall with our Oscar we won for our movie Tsotsi,as Gavin Hood was also in our stable as is called in the film industry
I was fortunate enough to meet Morgan when he came to South Africa ,when we wanted him to play the part of Nelson Mandela that we made a movie of.NICE CHOICE
Johnny I know of some people that like the sound of their own voices ,because they never give a person a chance to speak. Then you get the ones that when there is a topic of discussion they go into a six page history But seriously I love looking and listening to Richard ATTENBOROUGH'S voice when he explains certain things on his explorations.
Try pushing a baby through your joy stick and see if you will survive.If men had to give birth ,then there would NEVER EVER BE A SECOND CHILD We woman can take more pain than men. And another thing I beg to differ . We were 3 very feminine ladies that build a studio from a dump into a showpiece.Mixed the concrete,did the dry walling ,laid the tiles,did the electrical wiring ,painted,fitted the doors and windows.And our real professions, are university lecturer,accountant and Microbiologist.
Sands Thanks for that info.My daughter is forty seven and has been a diabetic from the age of twenty.That is the reason she never got married and had kids because she saw the huge amount of family members pass away or lose limbs due to diabetes,and said she did not wish to have children with the thought of having them suffer the same disease.She has tried every new invention that has come onto the market without any success
Nam yes I must agree with loveallnite,you had the most amazing descriptive way of writing,it sent a person reading it on a real live and wondrous journey.maybe all the bloggers should start a petition. loveallnite I am so HAPPY to see you back on the blogs again ,welcome back and hope you are feeling much better and I know your recovery has taken long,but time will heal my darling.
Nam I am Dying (deiing)not sure if my own spelling is correct to jump into your spaceship and go along with you seeing I have the right outfit to go with. No baggage ,just me myself and I.
RE: For The Love Of Horses
What a beautiful post. It reminds me of a book I read BY jILLY Cooper,where my eyes were glued to the page.Every second Saturday of the month I put up a stall at the wine farm in Cape Town where the farmer also breeds lipizzaner horses,the most magnificent creatures that you can't help but want to try and ride them as well. I make bracelets and neck chains for the avid horse lovers,while my daughter-in-law has framed pictures of horses she draws using the pointillism method,and the takings go into a coffer for the breeding and caring of the magnificent animals.It only takes a special person to understand and communicate with the horse to be able to ride them,as this is not a easy task for an aggressive person,you need patience and love to understand them