It’s the small things.

It’s the small things.

Last week we chatted about stones and so today, we move away from the stone age, gallop right past all the other ages (bronze,  iron, medieval, industrial and classical) and meet here, at the modern or intelligence age. (Yes, I know I’m blonde and therefore not really...
Stones

Stones

I’ve been thinking about stones a lot lately… probably because I’ve been trapped in the hospital with not much else to do. Last week I suddenly experienced blinding pain and terrible nausea. I ended up in the ER and then being admitted to the hospital with apparently,...
A fragile web.

A fragile web.

Have you ever been in a room full of people you knew, but didn’t really know? Ever felt as if you could just disappear and no one would really notice? I sat in a waiting room last week (at the CCMA if you must know) and felt so utterly alone. There were people all...
Bicycling through brilliance.

Bicycling through brilliance.

Some weeks, I am amazed at how much we can learn from each other. I have incredible respect for institutions of learning, but the wonderful wisdom we pick up from each other in the real world serves me much better than any certificate, diploma, or degree ever has. My...
Thanks, but no thanks.

Thanks, but no thanks.

If you are a regular reader of the blog, you’ll know that I am Afrikaans, and so white that I’m almost translucent. My family arrived on the heels of Van Riebeeck. (I’m from the Venter-surname stock, so I picture we were hitched behind the Drommedaris on a floating...