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In a heart beat: Tequila sunrise : A mould does not always fit (unless you are jelly)     I was 15 when we went to Sun City(South Africa) with my parents and cou...

A mould does not always fit (unless you are jelly)     I was 15 when we went to Sun City(South Africa) with my parents and cousins. Our 2 families consisted of 4 adults and 6 kids.    We arrived midday and ended up at the pool bar. Like little soldiers we were lined up. As usual, I ended up at the end of the bar, viewing the cavalry. My father, in millitary fashion, went down the line asking each person what they would like to drink. Tea, Fanta orange, glass of wine etc. He finally arrived at my end and the bar tender asked: “And what are we having young lady”, to which I replied Tequila Sunrise please! My mother almost fell of her chair, my dad laughed and said – if that is what she wants that is what she’ll have and smiled. He always knew that his daughter does not fit a mould! We are easily “put” in little boxes to try and make sense of the world. People feel comfortable if they think they know where you fit in and find you stra...

My Currency to happiness- for Jimbo :-) Forget me not- for the friends spread across the world Twisted Hazel- even things that looks bent is beautiful Strawberries- the sweetest things in life take time to grow Chives Nothing grows when in a box, but leave it to it's own device and it flowers were it lands  My bee house- the most useless places becomes homes Drying mint- there will be a time  when currency is learning to plan for the future  Egg to frog takes time- no amount of currency can make it go faster. Happiness is to see the change. Happiness is going for coffee with good friends and sharing stories. No currency can take happiness away. No Forbes list, halved or doubled, can bring the happiness that good friends bring to your life :-)

19 years ago I met an extra ordinary women. Her name, Martel Walters. Tuesday afternoons for me, was spent in a retirement home doing voluntary work. The clatter of knitting needles and bickering, over whose turn it was to sit at the only window with a street view, became a part of my weekly routine. The fascinating stories, accumulated over a life time, served as  the best life lesson I could not pay for. It was here, that I realized the utmost foreboding sense of loneliness, of being forgotten and left with nothing but the possibility of ultimate hope that it is your turn for the "Street View". The constant reminder that once, you were free to go where you want, talk to who you want and not who you had to. The time when self respect was a choice and not a luxury. Martel had no children. She was married to Professor Pirold. I do not expect many to know who he was. Go to your nearest wine store, ask for a bottle of Pinotage, open it and drink it, knowing that you now kn...

Civilization VS organization I have recently visited the Moroccan city of Marrakesh  It was wonderful! It was the first time I did not read up on a place I was due to visit. I did not care about the history or the story of the place or country. I did not want it to cloud my own perception by reading some account or perception by a writer.    It was a packed 3 days. We arrived on the Sunday night. We stayed at the traditional hotel- Moroccan House Hotel in Guilez part of Marrakesh. It is an up and coming European part of the city. This is the only dislike I had. See, around the corner from the hotel, you can find McDonald's where you can eat a McFondue. Next door, you can shop at Zara. Back in Europe I see. But, sit next to the fountains next to McDonald's, look behind you and see the Botanical gardens. Lovely, if you have the nerve to cross the road. The fear of crossing a road was only overcome by my love of nature . It was in this experience, which I ...

The personality of a dog owner No there is no doubt about the fact that dogs and there owners are alike. The most fascinating experience is to have a picnic in summer while watching dogs and their owners in the park.  T he poodle named Pascal Owner is sure to be female, read the cosmopolitan and guaranteed to be sassy. Personality of dog and owner:   Personality It is an intelligent, jolly, playful, sensitive dog and eager to learn. It is very submissive and devoted to the master, it gets along well with children, but cautious, watchful with the strangers. It gets along well with other dogs and other animals, especially if it was socialized since an early age. Grooming The fur of this companion dog must be trimmed carefully by a specialist, leaving them long hair on head, ears and feet. This dog doesn't moult. They will be washed regularly and the ears will be kept clean for not getting infected. The fur of the dog for exhibition requires a much more car...

A year ago, I was writing blogs- under propertyfairy.blogspot. I asked someone to read it and give me feedback. The feedback was- interesting, but what is the purpose of the blog! The best I can explain the purpose of a nut cases blog (and I love thinking the way I do, by the way) is simply this: Purpose is what fairies write about. Purpose fairies! Tribes, is where sheep gets slaughter as a sacrifice to the gods or leaders of the clan. Very seldom do sheep question the validity of the ritual and very seldom do leaders explain the sacrifice! The idea of sacrifice is sold through generations as a pot of gold on the other end of a rainbow. What ever gold resembles in your life. The black sheep, never gets slaughtered, only expelled. There is, amongst leaders, a respect for black sheep.  They are never quite sure about the mutant gene. My blog- I write what comes to mind. I do not ask for any one understanding or permission or validation of what is in effect my own thoughts. ...

In a heart beat: Entrepeneurs biscuit : I have been self employed for 13 years. This weekend at a training course, a wonderful Italian lady asked me- What is it you do. I loo...

I have been self employed for 13 years. This weekend at a training course, a wonderful Italian lady asked me- What is it you do. I looked at her blankly! Then I smiled because a good friend told me about a similar situation. See, she had a problem and as she was busy talking, I was making notes. At the end of the conversation she was presented with a solution. She asked me again- what is it you do that you know so much. She said - you are an entrepreneur. I asked her- what is that :-) No one really knows how to define a entrepreneur.  So I came up with my own explanation of entrepreneur. Biscuits- yes, that right- biscuits. People who are employed know what they receive in a paycheck every month. Self-employed or entrepreneurs can never be sure, but make projections. So when employed people eat biscuits, they eat the beginning of the month biscuit, middle of the month biscuit or end of the month biscuits  for most of their life. Entrepreneurs or self-employed p...

In a heart beat: Organic Salmon or sardines : I  admire the organic salmon. It adapts from the minute it is spawned. Born in fresh water and migrating to the sea returning to it birth ...

I  admire the organic salmon. It adapts from the minute it is spawned. Born in fresh water and migrating to the sea returning to it birth waters to spawn, no matter what the survival will cost. It's journey for survival does not follow the stream, unlike a sardine. I have chosen to be salmon. Every job I ever had was against the stream in particularly-traffic! I went to work when everyone else was returning home, socialized when everyone else was sleeping. I do not see the point of sitting in a traffic jam or being quashed into a tube train like a tin of sardines. We need freedom to breathe. Open waters to grow. Being an organic salmon is tough going- swimming against the stream, negotiating rocks and running water to survive but you know you can and you give it all you've got! Sardines migrate in schools, bunching together to intimidate their attacker but prey, they still are, to the nets of fisherman who go hunting for the mass! I'll take my chance with a G...

Music - the explosion of all your senses but one. I love music. Always have, always will. My mother wrote little bits about each of us in our baby photo albums. It was things about what we responded to from a very young age. For me, it was 2 things in particular- animals and music. Did not make a fuss about people that much :-) I had a black kitten since birth. When I started to crawl, I was off like a rocket. If my mother wanted to know where I was, she would call the cat. His name was "oortjies" (translated- little ears"). My love for music- the only toys I loved playing with was anything that made music. Music- with or without words, comes from deep within the creator. It is not necessarily something the ears hear as much as what the soul feels. Beethoven, deaf by the age of 30 composed some of his greatest works after he became deaf. I for one am grateful that he did not give up when he lost what all would have considered his greatest attribute for success,...

In a heart beat: Travel like a swallow : It has been one of the longest winters in the UK. The weather seems to be sweeping and swaying with more wind and rain and less sun. I lov...

It has been one of the longest winters in the UK. The weather seems to be sweeping and swaying with more wind and rain and less sun. I love gardening. This year, my veggie patch is in a dismal state and the hothouse has not been warm enough for the new seedlings to survive.                                                                                    It's time to become a swallow. Travel with the seasons.

Choosing your own life Two years ago, I had the brainwave that I need to insure my life. Why- my son was 10 and  worried what will happen to him if I was to kick the bucket. He said- mum, what will happen to me if you are not here? That made me think. A lot. Then it made me worried. Then it made me panic. I started the whole financial  planning frenzy. Life insurance, trust planning, planning where he will he go if I was to die. Then I stopped living! I had to fill in questionnaires about my life, blood tests and then get penalised for living. Extra premiums because I love white water rafting and kayaking. No insurance if I am out of the country for more than 3 months a year, penalised because my mother died at the age of 56 from cancer. By the way- cancer is not a family genetic illness, but a lifestyle transferred illness according to insurance companies. (they do not tell you this as a matter of insuring their insurance) Never the less, it's my fault my mother smoke...