Where I will be tomorrow morning!
I love reading poetry, and other blogs!
Sometimes when I’m scrolling down my reader I notice blogs I usually follow and read. But! The follow button is highlighted, meaning that I am not following that blog. Perhaps I unfollowed accidentally when scrolling, or maybe it’s just some quirky WordPress thing. So I refollow the blog. If any bloggers have noticed my re-follows it is not because I have unfollowed your blog deliberately, but merely rectifying a less than satisfying state I find my reader to be in!
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I’ve been nominated by my dear friend Mark to participate in the Quote Lovers challenge so have decided to give it a go. Mark has an amazing, upbeat spirit and can be found here:
If You Are a Quote Lover, Day Two
Here are the rules:
Post your three favorite quotes, one each for three consecutive days.
With each post nominate three bloggers for the challenge.
Recognize the blogger who nominated you.
I’m going musical on this one – here’s a preview!
And my favourite quote is!
Hello Again, Neil Diamond
Hello, my friend, hello
It’s good to need you so
It’s good to love you like I do
And to feel this way
When I hear you say, hello
Please forgive me for passing on the nominations today. If anyone would like to take part, welcome to do so and ping back here.
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I’ve been nominated by my dear friend Mark to participate in the Quote Lovers challenge so have decided to give it a go. Mark has an amazing, upbeat spirit and can be found here:
If You Are a Quote Lover, Day Two
Here are the rules:
Post your three favorite quotes, one each for three consecutive days.
With each post nominate three bloggers for the challenge.
Recognize the blogger who nominated you.
I’m taking this one home (to Australia!)
Here goes!
Australian National Anthem Verse 1
Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are young and free;
We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil;
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in nature’s gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In history’s page, let every stage
Advance Australia Fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing,
Advance Australia Fair.
Here are my three (no obligation) nominations:
http://www.frommidnighttodawnlight.com
https://korsakkorner.wordpress.com
Thank you, Mark!
I’ve been nominated by my dear friend Mark to participate in the Quote Lovers challenge so have decided to give it a go. Mark has an amazing upbeat spirit and can be found here:
If You Are a Quote Lover, Day Two
Here are the rules:
Post your three favorite quotes, one each for three consecutive days.
With each post nominate three bloggers for the challenge.
Recognize the blogger who nominated you.
I’m taking this one home (to South Africa!)
Here goes!
There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.
Nelson Mandela
Here are my three nominations:
https://sherriedevaleriahendrie.wordpress.com
https://reachingmeadowlane.wordpress.com
https://erikakind.wordpress.com
Thank you, Mark!
Erika has invited me to participate in the Love/Hate challenge, so thought I would give it a go! Erika shares upbeat, inspirational posts and can be found here:
https://erikakind.wordpress.com
I have to list ten things I love and hate. So here goes!
Love!
1 My bed and pillow
2 Mango pancakes
3 Coffee with cream
4 My family
5 African Safaris
6 Johannesburg thunderstorms
7 Music and dancing
8 Bath with bubbles
9 Massages
10 Men if gorgeous 😉
Hate!
1 Men with tempers (abusive men)
2 Being stuck in an elevator alone
3 Moths in my pantry cupboard (this means war)
4 Standing on the bus
5 Clothes that mysteriously shrink
6 Pairing up socks that are not even mine
7 Migraines
8 Being stuck on work problems
9 Being left out (of anything!)
10 Canned hunting
Please forgive for not nominating any, I’m standing on the bus (one of my pet hates – see list above). If anyone would like to participate, please do so and ping back to me!
Thank you for reading! And thank you Erika!
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My Graduation, May 1996
I couldn’t speak as a child. I guess it is called “being mute”. My sister used to speak on my behalf. If I wanted a sandwich or something to eat, my sister would ask my mother. When I was about five, I was taken for speech therapy. I had to complete exercises at home. My mother would ask me to fetch three things from her bedroom – book, slippers, pjs. I would go to the bedroom and have to try and remember the three items. I remember having to go back a few times to ask her to repeat the items. My Dad told me last year it was suggested I attend a “special needs” school. My father refused. I was held back and started school a year late. By that time I was able to speak, and after learning a few words I went off and taught myself to read Enid Blyton’s “Enchanted Wood”. I was the first child in the Grade to be able to read fluently, and that was with no extra help. And ever since then I was fairly academic. I did well in my grades, and graduated with an Honours degree in Computer Science and Applied Maths. But every so often, remnants of my shortcomings crop up. Like Saturday for instance. I started painting a “Paint By Numbers” set, easy as. There’s the template, all laid out and numbered, and the little paint boxes all numbered, and paintbrush. But then! Some of the sections had two or three numbers on them. What? Now what? What do I do now? Hmmm. I turned the cover over, and no instructions. Do I paint the first layer and then add a second layer on top? I’m confused. Eventually I had to turn to my nine-year-old. What do I do if there are two or three numbers appearing together. Then what? Oh, you mix them! Ah.
I just read a bullying comment. Not on my blog, but on a blog I follow. I read the blog post and found it quite interesting – nothing offensive about it. Merely someone posing a question. Read / don’t read. Follow / don’t follow. But Why would someone gain pleasure in leaving a horrible, mean, sarcastic comment? Does it make them feel better? Give them a rush? I don’t get it. And especially, and I don’t mean to offend, when it is a man being disrespectful to a woman. Men have always had the physical advantage over women. They always will have. So be nice about it. Us women have to play amongst the lions every single day, and hope we don’t get attacked.
I dated a Polish boyfriend when I was at university. After we both started working, he began to hint at rings. I felt too young to get married, and also had reservations about marrying him. Though he was a lovely person and would make a great husband, I felt in my heart that we were not meant to be. So I ended the relationship. It took a few attempts. Breaking up is never easy, especially when there is no third party involved.
In ending the relationship when I did, I freed us both to meet our respective long-term partners. He met and married a beautiful woman. It took me three years to meet my husband. By this time I really wanted to be married, and have a family. My clock is ticking people, I’m halfway to thirty! Please! Only one man out of the whole world, surely that is not such a great request! It was only after pleading on my knees, that I finally came to a place of calm submission. Not my will but thine be done. Those words and prayer did not come easily. Not at all. And soon after, my husband-to-be and I started a relationship, and married soon after.
Sometimes we have to give up something to be open to receiving something better. And to have the spirit – not my will but thine be done. A prayer that goes against human nature, and all that our flesh would be.
I acted on kind feedback from others yesterday, and bought a new book!
Happy reading to me 🙂
What type of music relaxes you the most or do you prefer silence?I love singing to music on the radio. But cannot sing. So pity my husband, it hurts his ears!
Show us a two of your favorites photographs? Explain why they are your favorite. If you are not a photographer, think of a two favorite scenes in your life and tell us about them.
This is my favourite photo that I have taken. I love how the flower is bursting out of its pod.
I found this photo the other day repacking cupboards. It was my mother playing with her baby (me). It seemed such a tender moment.
What is your favorite tradition? (family tradition, church tradition, whatever)
We have a lunch on Easter Day and on Christmas or Boxing Day with friends of mine from South Africa. I have known them since 1993. They are like our “Sydney” family, and our children are like cousins I guess.
If you could go back and talk to yourself at age 18 what advice would you give yourself? Or if you are younger than 25 what words of wisdom would you like to tell yourself at age 50?
Relax, it will all be fine 🙂
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Last week I watched “12 Years a Slave”. It really stayed with me. I don’t know if I’m grateful for watching it, but am glad I did. I am looking forward to Pilates on Thursday, and being on holiday. My time at home is nearly running out.
Thank you for reading 🙂
Poems and Petals 