“But I looked down through spinning air filled with frangipani and rock and roll and saw how quickly you are alone…”

The beauty of a frangipani/plumeria/champa flower is possibly one of the only blooms that equals it’s magnificent fragrance. You would have captured it’s scent before carried by moonlight on warm, moist summer evenings. Have you smelt the franjipani? Sweet, magical, … Continue reading “But I looked down through spinning air filled with frangipani and rock and roll and saw how quickly you are alone…”

Scrapbook {13th June 2011}

Sudden Light I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before,— How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow’s soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before? And shall not thus time’s eddying flight Still with our lives our love restore In death’s despite, And day and night yield one delight once more?  ~ Dante Gabriel Rossetti Continue reading Scrapbook {13th June 2011}

All of them make me laugh…

This is one of my favourite quotations of all time, because it rings true to the depth of well, my heart, and I thought I should share it… “Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.” W. H. Auden US (English-born) critic & poet (1907 – 1973) Continue reading All of them make me laugh…

“I believe in a kind of love that brings sailors home from the sea. Made up of seconds and years and the nospace between hands on skin. I cannot believe how much goes on. I can’t even cut out enough red hearts to keep up.”

So obviously it was Valentine’s Day recently… you would not have been able to miss this of course due to the abundance of the red hearts and tacky red teddy bears, well everywhere. And I have always been very outspoken about my dislike for this particular day. And of course I always get a bashing about this. But, for clarity… My distaste for Valentine’s Day has nothing to do with whether or not I believe in love… And it certainly does not mean that I don’t believe in love. Quite the contrary. I believe that everything we do, everything we … Continue reading “I believe in a kind of love that brings sailors home from the sea. Made up of seconds and years and the nospace between hands on skin. I cannot believe how much goes on. I can’t even cut out enough red hearts to keep up.”

“The tattoo attracts and also repels, precisely because it is different.”

I appreciate art in all it’s forms. And one such art is tattoo artistry. I think, in Western Culture at least, that over the years there has been a stigma attached to a person who chooses to have a tattoo. But I think, and hope, that we’ve finally started moving away from that concept and if you agree  or believe in the art of expression and individuality, then you would agree with me. Below are some of my favourite images of inked people 🙂 enjoy! “A tattoo is a true poetic creation, and is always more than meets the eye.  As … Continue reading “The tattoo attracts and also repels, precisely because it is different.”

And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances, with the daffodils.

So because I know you have all been anxiously wondering and eagerly anticipating an update on my flowers, and because they delight me so they truly do, a few snaps taken recently below, AS WELL AS (ooo, double treat), “Daffodils”, by William Wordsworth (1804) I WANDER’D lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the … Continue reading And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances, with the daffodils.

Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus

This is quite a famous story and many of you will be familiar with it. But, seeing as it is Christmas Eve, and truthfully, seeing as I am desperately clutching at anything that will propel me head first into the Christmas spirit, I thought it would be appropriate to share it again. In 1897, eight-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York’s Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The piece of writing below of newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history’s most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part … Continue reading Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus

This, is to have succeeded.

“To laugh often, and much, To win the respect of intelligent people, and the affection of children, To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, To appreciate beauty, To find the best in others, To leave this world a little better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition, To know even one life has breathed easier because you lived: This, is to have succeeded.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson Continue reading This, is to have succeeded.

This frank embrace between lifting breast of the land and the deep blue warmth of the sky is what exiles from Africa dream of…

So if you’ve read my ‘About’ tab you’ll see a poem by Wayne Visser entitled ‘I am an African.’ If you’ve read it, you probably more or less would’ve gathered that, well, I am an African. If you haven’t read it. Read it now. You’ll see why. Africa, the continent, the people, the life that it has given me, is one of my greatest passions, my greatest love. That, and my mother’s roast beef gravy. If you’ve tasted my mother’s gravy you would know what I mean. Moving on, below is an extract from the novel “Martha Quest” by Doris … Continue reading This frank embrace between lifting breast of the land and the deep blue warmth of the sky is what exiles from Africa dream of…