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After the rain…

Bejeweled with droplets
after the rain,
earth’s celebration
is never mundane…
drenching the shrubbery
in glassy gems,
I’m seeing the world
through a grateful lens!


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Between sighs…

”We arrive at this place. It does not have to be complicated. Our priority is to look after ourselves but, in doing so, to get over ourselves. Having been seen, heard and gotten, we turn towards the point of just listening. Listening to the sounds of our body, to the sound of our inscape. In the stillness, we see a light emerging.”
-Rick Frame

I’ll just keep scribbling stories
between sighs,
and dance with the magic
before my eyes…

when the day’s over and my breath is at rest,
I’ll listen to inscapes
of wondrousness…


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“The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation but your thoughts about it.”
― Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose

I was broken
I was scattered,
I could not see
beyond my mind.
And my bed
wouldn’t hold me,
I was crying on the inside.

Every dream
had vanished,
swallowed by the dark.
I was bleak
I unraveled,
weighed-down by a broken-heart.

Then I reimagined favor,
I redefined grace,
and I let kindness find me
in my secret
hiding place…

Thanks to my blogger friend Deb
for reminding me about Eckhart Tolle’s teachings!


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“Let’s us be grateful to the people who make us happy: they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
― Marcel Proust

Sometimes a girl needs
a fairy godmother
to swoop into her life,
to buy her chocolates
and give her flowers.
To use her magic wand
to restore her sparkle,
and make her laugh!
To reminder her
that she still is
the “Belle of the ball”.
To bring light
to her darkness
and help her believe
in magic again…

I’ve been admiring all the photos of tulips in the Northern hemisphere. Here in Africa it doesn’t really get cold enough but there are some growers who find a way. A friend gave me these and they delighted my heart!


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take me to a place
where waters reach
the skies,
where the darkness
pardons me
and I’m sanctified…

spread me out
at twilight
on night bird’s wings
show me harmony,
teach me to sing…

as I bask
in starlight
and the risen moon,
gather me
in the presence
of a grateful tune…

and in the quiet
of evening
where secrets
are hidden,
restore my life
bring back my vision…

let the anointing
fall on me this night,
and I wallow
in the company
of healing light..


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Planting memoirs of gratitude..

“Still I want my life to be willing to be dazzled,
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world…”
― Mary Oliver, House of Light

It’s easier
to fade
into the background
of words unsaid,
to understand surrender
and hold no regret…

To swim in oceans of acceptance,
ride the wings of love,
pick flowers of forgiveness
and be cognizant of…
nature’s eloquent poetry
and abiding grace,
beneath trees
of enlightenment,
growing in the soil
of faith…

to plant memoirs of gratitude,
reap abundant joy,
to hear the laughter of the stars
from a distant void…

float above the troubles
that afflict our lives,
see light overcome darkness
and not merely survive!

as inheritors of kindness, we are authors of mirth,
lovers of humanity
and keepers of the earth!

image courtesy of PixaBay

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The car boot sale…

“One man’s junk is another man’s treasure.”
– English Proverb

It was a murky day, rain threatened, but we payed it no head. We woke up early, not feeling at all enthusiastic about the day. We had loaded the car to the roof the afternoon before, with linen, books and an array of odds and ends, things that overflowed in our cupboards and had been taking up too much space!

We don’t usually get up early on a Sunday, it’s our day to lie in, and ease into the day.
As we chugged out of the gate, I felt some anxiety, anticipating only selling a few items and looking like a fool into the bargain.

We arrived at the station yard where they hold the car-boot sale once a month, and for a minute it seemed like a multitude had gathered, traders galore and able-bodied consumers in hoards milled about. We found one of the last spots to park, it didn’t look like a very promising position at all, not like the shady spots under the trees, with professional traders bearing racks of clothes and shelves laden with goods.

However, a minute later we were swarmed, before we even had time to label any of our items with a price. My stomach went into a knot. I recognized a friend in the crowd and elicited his help, he was willing and able, I think he foresaw a few bargains of his own. As we set up our tiny garden table, we had already sold at least 10 items on the spur of the moment. It was quite a mish-mash of goods, not at all professional looking.

Around us a crowd of enthusiastic bargain-hunters gathered and I spotted another friend in the crowd. I then realized that most of these shoppers were Malawians. It took me back to our visit to a very large flee market in Lilongwe where they received bales of unwanted clothes and goods from affluent European countries, clothing that looked like it had never been worn. It was a place where the crowd haggled amid a jumble of various items for the best price. You couldn’t walk away without finding a bargain.

Perhaps the crowd this Sunday recognized that we were novices, because they definitely knew how to drive a hard bargain. I was willing to let things go because I was determined not to re-load the car with our excess of unused-possessions.

Our table was a treasure trove of pre-loved items that have cluttered our drawers and cupboards for far too long, some embellishments that had seen their glory days but had now lost appeal, impulse buys I never wore because I had planned to lose weight and never did.

It was like being in the trenches with people who don’t own much because they have travelled far to find work in a foreign country. They live in small rooms with their families and a shopping experience gives them a bit of a Sunday outing. It is definitely a good place to make a deal, drink a coffee and wolf down a pancake or two.

They managed to drive many of our prices down, almost to rock bottom, with the promise of ready cash. I saw hope in the eyes of one shopper when she saw a pillow, and I heard mention that she only had one pillow at home. I let it go for a fraction of the price, with the thought in my mind that I had no use for it anyway, and it might bring some joy to this discerning shopper.

My friend who is an artist told me he hadn’t been painting for the past year, my heart sank because he is really good. He is also a Malawian, just trying to put food on the table, taking any odd-job that comes his way. He spied some colored pencils I hadn’t marked with a price; I saw his eyes light up. If I could do some good in the world that day it was to inspire him to start sketching again, I handed them to him and said he could have them. He walked away with an air of excitement in his stride, hopefully knowing that someone believed in him.

I felt as though I had seen humanity at the car boot sale that day, the ones who need the things we have too much of, the ones who purchase our left overs, our impulse buys, our vanity. They help us declutter our homes and lives, they even give us pause to think about how privileged we are.

For the rest there were some definite bargain hunters who find a little treasure in unused tools, books, crockery *“epns” silverware and old vases at give-away prices.

A young man excitedly bought some CD’s that my son had in his car before he passed. He told us that he was driving his Dad’s old car down to Cape Town and it didn’t have the latest technology, so he was glad to find some entertainment for the road. It was music we don’t listen to, but it made my heart glad knowing there was someone who appreciated my son’s taste in music.

We came away quite pleased with our little stash of loot. It had been quite a festive day, with a live musician who played all the old beats and even took requests!

*electro-plated nickel silver
Nickel silver first became popular as a base metal for silver-plated cutlery and other silverware, notably the electroplated wares called EPNS (electro-plated nickel silver).


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The arrival…

“Nature is the song of praise that never stops singing!”
― Richard Rohr

The absence of impression had given me away,
consumed by the longing
the world had turned to grey…

mournful words fallen
from unspoken lips,
I reach for the tenderness
where love and light exist..

speaking through a veil of hope
I’d put my dreams aside,
feelings of sorrow
and loss I’ve tried to hide…

but hidden in my untamed breath,
is the the echo of constant death!

And my skin becomes translucent
my bones turn to dust,
slowly resistance crumbles
and grace will not be hushed…

I hold onto the offerings
of a buzzing in the trees,
a festival of florets
enticing grateful bees…

It’s a celebratory arrival, in the warm sunshine,
gazing at the movement
I’m tuned
into the divine!

And in this consummate moment, my sadness disappears,
snatched away by butterflies
heaven’s volunteers…