"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters... It is the Lord Christ you are serving." [Col. 3:23-24]
What is it about spoons? Why do THEY get used up the fastest? What is their allure? Are they so very much more useful than knives and forks? Why are they singled out?
I have more or less the same number of spoons, forks and knives in my cutlery drawer. I never have a problem with running out of knives. I could probably cut my stash in two and would still be able to function normally. Forks I rarely run out of. Only, perhaps, when I’m hosting a brunch. But even then the spoons are generally by far the more popular utensil. Perhaps it is because – unlike the knive or fork, the spoon can be balanced on one’s nose and, if skilled, other areas of the face. Or it could be simply that I eat a lot of things out of bowls. And bowls and spoons just go together. Like PB & J. Like Mackle & more. Like basketed bikes and hipsters. Spoons are also very unthreatening and un-abrasive. Forks can hurt. And there’s no question about knives. But spoons, beloved spoons…they’re so wonderfully harmless!
And then. And then…there are those little ornamental tea spoons. You’ve seen them in your Grandparents houses. Maybe even your parents. Maybe even yours. Little spoons with things on top. A bit souvenir-esque. Now. I’m all about souvenirs that are useful. So you’d think…spoons! Great. A souvenir you can use! HA! Not. They most often get displayed in specially made cabinets. WHY!? Really now. What’s the point? I really don’t understand such frivolities. In my house growing up…we DID use them for tea. They were well used and quite tarnished. And that’s how they should be. Used.
In the classic Disney movie Beauty and the Beast, the dishes sing “…why we only live to serve!” I think that’s what dishes should stick to. Unless you’re playing spoons. Then they can venture out of the cutlery drawer and have the time of their life.
I think spoons are pretty cool. That said - Sporks are the coolest. Maybe I should have written about them. But it’s too late for that now!
I think it’s time for some ice cream…
There’s really nothing like conquering one’s fears.
I have a lot of fears/phobias; small spaces, deep water, jumping off tall things, public speaking/performing etc.
I also have a lot of insecurities. Probably not obvious to most people around me. I hide them with my bubbly verbosity.
I’d decided recently that the only way to conquer these fears, phobias and insecurities is to face them head on, pray about them, and be humble.
Public speaking/performing is a really hard one, even having done it…it doesn’t come easily. Practice may make perfect – but sometimes there needs to be a WHOLE LOTTA practice to even scratch the surface of so called “perfection”! I have found that when it comes to speaking publicly or leading songs by playing piano, a lot of it comes down to prayer and humility. My fears when it comes to public speaking are that I’ll forget something or mess up or, or, or…In which case all of the focus is on ME. As soon as I switch the focus to God – things change. It’s still not easy going up in front of people to speak, but if you have a mindset of humility, speak from your heart, and let God speak through you…all of a sudden it becomes less frightening.
As for my claustrophobia, aquaphobia, and catapedaphobia – those are a bit more difficult to work on. But I’ll get there.
I heard someone once say that fears are irrational. I think this is probably true of a lot of phobias. Maybe not all. But most.
Then there’s insecurities. Those are probably irrational as well. But fears and insecurities tend to be based on something, however small or seemingly inconsequential.
I know it’s not New Year’s yet, but this is my resolution preparation – conquer fears and insecurities. I’m not sure how I’ll do it, but I want to try.
What are your fears? Have you conquered any of them? And how?
The most commercial month of the year.
A month of holly-jolly feelings, bah-humbug-ers, tinsel, snow, and peace on earth. Or something.
For those that are secular, Christmas just becomes a festive winter holiday, or at best “a season of giving”. For those in the southern hemisphere it’s pretty much the same. To avoid the Christ in mas, billboards and malls here are decorated much like those in the northern hemisphere - snowflakes, sparkly coniferous trees, snowmen, Santa, and all that jazz. Once you take Christ out of Christmas all that’s really left is snowy things.
In this “season of giving” I can’t help notice that it’s really a season of hustle & bustle, spending, taking, and acting jolly.
Don’t get me wrong - I love Christmas, but a part of me really cringes as I see this month go by. Hearing secular bands sing about a baby in a manger makes me hope that what they’re singing actually gets through to them instead of what I fear - that it’s just the thing to do, and another paycheck. That said - I do enjoy listening to Santa Baby, All I Want for Christmas is You, and Baby It’s Cold Outside. I am just realizing that a large percentage of “Christmas” songs are really just love songs or winter songs.
This season is also hugely about food. Which of course is fantastic, but also - not the point. Christmas cake, fruit cake, Egg Nog (which is only a northern hemisphere thing), hors d’oeuvres, hot chocolate and a plethora of other scrumptious eats.
The percentage of “Christmas” that actually involves Christ is staggeringly low. I know this isn’t news. But I still decided to rant on it for some reason.
So in this excessively commercialized season of giving, whether or not Santa Baby brings a Rolex down the chimney tonight, or you end up with a gift that isn’t that great - remember that Christmas is about the Creator of the universe making the ultimate sacrifice and sending us the ultimate gift. And we don’t need anything else.
Happy Christ Month ya’ll.
It’s been a long time – yet again – since I last blogged. This is not due to a lack of things to say, or even to laziness, but for once I really haven’t had time to blog. Life has been quite busy as of late. I generally like it that way – it just makes it rather hard to catch up on things like cleaning, tidying, dusting, and blogging. Though I have just grouped blogging with my household duties, I don’t see it as a chore. Sometimes more of an obligation perhaps – but I really do enjoy blogging. Chores usually take precedent over blogging, as does working, shopping, gymming, socializing, and sometimes even site-seeing. Since the aforementioned activities take up a lot of time in my life – I suppose that’ll be a good place to start this blog.
Working - I do work here. Life isn’t all one big jol (look it up – it’s a South African-ism). Design work at TWR keeps me pretty busy most of the time, and now that I’m also working in the broadcasting department, my days are seldom boring. It’s been a bit of an adjustment spending time in the studio, but I’m really enjoying it. I do love a good challenge! If you want to hear my voice on the airwaves, you can listen to me announcing programmes between midnight and 6 a.m. (UTC) on twrradio155.org.za
As for site-seeing, I had the opportunity to see a whole lotta sites when my brother, Ian, came for a visit at the end of October. We went to the Krugersdorp Rhino & Lion Park (which I’d been to a couple times already – but it’s always enjoyable), the Hartbeesport Elephant Sanctuary and also the Monkey Sanctuary. I love getting up close and personal with animals! It’s too much fun.
We drove down to Durban and had a lekker couple days absorbing the humidity and heat of the south coast.
Ian, Johan and I also spend a weekend in Swaziland. Though it was short, it was a lot of fun. As we drove back home on a Sunday night, I wrote my impressions of the weekend down, as follows:
The Kingdom of Swaziland is a truly beautiful place.
The bright red dirt makes an otherwise dull hill come to life. The trees, rolling hills, valleys and mountains are spectacular. Houses and buildings dot the hills and mountains - colourful houses – most of them made out of brick. Various street vendors line the roads. People are walking, some carrying bags, barrels, or wood on their heads.
The red, muddy roads are a bit of an adventures to ride on.
Early on Sunday we headed to the Hlane Game Reserve. Over 60,000 hectares of land – it really felt like being out in the middle of nowhere. Probably because we were. We rode around with a tour group in a stereo-typical, off-road, Range Rover. We spotted lions far off in the bush – lazing around after a big meal. We got up close to elephants that were sauntering around through the bush and scavenging for food (it’s pretty cool to see an elephant dig!). We saw a lot of – too many, really – termites. Their hills are huge! And this just in: Termites fly! Not cool. I wasn’t all too pleased by that. They got a little too up close and personal for my liking. The birds rather enjoy the fact that termites fly. They were having a field day! We saw 3 full grown rhinos and one baby. A big baby. We saw two of the rhinos up close. They’re amazing creatures. Big feet. Big horns. Tiny eyes. The last big animal we saw were giraffes. I was losing hope a little because we’d driven around for a couple hours without seeing any. But lo and behold, just before the end of our tour we saw a group of my favourite African animal! So tall, graceful and majestic!
Driving back from Swaziland – the fog was so thick in the lowveld (valley area)! I prayed that we’d make it home okay. Which we did. But it wasn’t the most pleasant drive.
All in all though – Swaziland was Wonderful!
I could go on about the other places we went to and the experiences we had, but that would take too long and I probably wouldn’t get around to finishing and then this blog just wouldn’t get posted!
That’s all for now! Stay tuned =)
It’s October. That means I’ve managed to completely skirt September altogether when it comes to blogging. My bad. That said, I did write a newsletter (which I will gladly e-mail you upon request!). So that’s got to count for something, right? Though I haven’t updated this blog, I have updated my secondary blog - hpsouthafrica.tumblr.com =)
So was September really so boring that I couldn’t find anything to write about? No – not boring. Just busy. My life this past month has been: work, gym, eat, clean, get groceries, sleep, and then hang out with my man and also with some of my other friends. And sometimes fit in shopping. I really just haven’t taken the time to sit down and write. Partially because if I write something I want to make it worth your while, and with life as it is, I haven’t had a lot of time to think through what I want to write about. I still haven’t thought it through. But I’m just going to start writing and see where it goes.
One unexpected update in my life is that TWR Africa’s broadcasting department has been short staffed lately, so I’ve been asked to help out with radio presenting (say whaaaaat?!). So in the next couple weeks I’ll be spending some time in the studio and learning how to do all the radio-y…things… Something I never thought I’d do. But hey – it’s been a while since my last big learning curve so it’s about time for another one! Radio here I come!
I’ve been sick this week. I like to be on the go, and busy as a bee. Having to take a step back and just let my body heal is not one of my forte’s. I’ve been off work for almost a week now. I am antsy and going stir crazy. I tried going to work today, which lasted about two hours. Then my body was like “DUDE! What are you even thinking!?” So I went back home and rested. Again. Agh. Resting. Boring.
Being sick is good in one sense I suppose - It’s forced me to slow down and write on my poor, neglected blog.
But being sick is mostly unpleasant. Also humbling, because it reminds me that I am oh-so mortal. And boy do I feel mortal right now. That’s okay though. Being mortal means I’ll die and go to Heaven. And I won’t get the stomach bug in Heaven. Yay!
So that’s about all I’ve got to write about for now. I better publish this before we get another power (and thusly - internet) outage.
A topic that has been written about so oft, I’m hesitant to go on with this post. That said – wellness has been on my mind a whole lot lately. That and its been ages since I blogged.
So here goes.
Wellness comes in various of shapes and forms. Physical wellness, mental wellness, emotional wellness, spiritual wellness, and so on.
Ideally, all of these “wellnesses” would be perfectly in tune at all times. But I’m beginning to realize that that’s eutopia. I’ve been overwhelmed recently with feelings of unwellness. And then looking at all the different apects of wellness I want to tackle them all at once. But tackling things all in one fell swoop is rarely a good idea. Not for me anyways.
It bugs me how much physical wellness effects me. I keep thinking: If I’m just spiritually well then I’ll be well overall! But then I need to remind myself that I am a spiritual being in a physical body. So yes – spiritual wellness is most important, but for the next 80 years (I plan to make it to 100 and then some) I need to diligently take care of my physical body and the environment around me. By environment I don’t mean trees per se. I mean my house, my car, my workspace. The environments that I spend the most time in, because those environments hugely influence my mental wellness and my emotional wellness.
So what am I doing to address my wellness? Well for one I’ve started (finally) attending a gym. Its been over a year since I went to a gym. And man I can tell. So there’s one wellness that I’m tackling. So I’m working out and eating healthy. Boo-ya.
As for my mental and emotional wellness, as stated above – the state of my environment affects these. My house tends to be a disaster, partially thanks to my sloth and procrastination, and partially because I’m hardly home. That said – I’m realizing that I really need to manage my time better. I haven’t quite started tackling this yet. But I’ll get there (ahhhh, procrastination at its finest: good intentions).
And then there’s spiritual wellness. There’s a hard balance here. I often feel stuck between feeling guilt for my lack of meditation on the most important book of all and its main protagonist (The Bible & God…in case that was too cryptic), and then feeling nearly apathetic because I’m aware that God’s got my back and my guilt is moot. That said I do adore my Jesus. I just don’t show it enough. I feel trapped in a pattern of all talk and no walk. I see so much need around me and feel unsure how to help or unequipped to do so, yet have a huge desire to love people with and show them God’s love. So then all these spiritual dilemmas weigh on my emotional wellness.
So I’m learning how much all these wellnesses are so closely connected. I’m not sure if this knowledge discourages me or encourages me.
In conclusion: I sent this blog post to one of my besties, (who is wonderful at proof reading my posts) and she said “I like how we’re on opposite sides of the world, going through the same thing” Followed by, “also, we should stay friends and terrorize people when we’re like 90.”
Having heard that from her, I had to smile and remember that despite what I may think - I’m really not in this alone and my problems aren’t specific and unique only to me. Also, being 90 is going to be kind of rad.
Psalm 37:4 says “Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.”
I haven’t always necessarily believed this verse. But I’m beginning to see its truth.
I’ve always had dreams and goals and aspirations, but “The desires of your heart”… I see as those dreams deep, deep, DEEP down in my heart. Dreams that I don’t usually tell people because often they just seem too…far fetched. Too unrealistic. I see this as more than just a bucket list of things that I long to do, but more things I don’t allow myself to dream about anymore…not since I was a pre-teen. I’ve seen the world. I know what can and can’t happen (or at least I think I know). And so now I plod on, with more realistic, surface level dreams. Life is still good, I think to myself. But I’ve still got those dreams, those deep desires. So great, so beautiful, so intimately personal.
Well here’s the thing. God WILL give me the desires of my heart. Maybe not right away. And most often I’ll have to walk through some mire to get to them. It just takes a leap.
So here’s a challenge to myself and to you:
Step out of your comfort zone. Take a risk. Faith is the opposite of common sense (as per the name of this blog it is recklessly, stupidly (as the world would see it) abandoning our own plans and giving it ALL to God). So stop thinking logically and planning out your Plan B life. The only condition to all of this is that you take DELIGHT in the being that created you, sustains you, gave you this world to live in, and even died for you. God wants an A++ life for you.
Are you willing to live it?
Okay so I’m pretty sure this post is unlike any I’ve ever written and I hesitate to post this due to its slightly controversial nature. But I want some thoughts and opinions on this matter…
I find drag facinating. I don’t necessarily agree with it, but it’s an interesting…phenomenon (if that’s even the right word to use).
It’s a bit odd and perhaps uncomfortable for some to see men made up in such a feminine way. On the other hand, this isn’t the first time in history that men have dressed in a very feminine manner. Louis the XIV and many men of his era wore long curly wigs, leggings, high heels and frills. And we’re kind of okay with that. Because that was the look of the era. Admittedly, drag queens are a lot more about expression, show biz, and entertainment.
On the flip side, women have been dressing like men for ages. And we’re also okay with that it seems. Don’t get me wrong - I love wearing jeans. I’m just questioning the “cultural norm”.
As far as show biz goes, men dressed as women back when Shakespeare’s plays were originally done way back in the day (I don’t think women were even allowed to act in his plays…but I’ll have to check my sources on that one).
So my questions are as follows:
Tell me your thoughts. =)
Hah. Day 31. If I had done this challenge properly, without missing days, “Day 31” would have been on July the 10th. But alas I am a procrastinator extraordinaire! And so here we are. At the end. Well…of this challenge. Not of my blog. So without further ado:
I have quite a few memories. Some more vivid than others. Allow me to reach blindly into the hat of memories and pull out one of the many.
Lets go back. Way back. The year is 1999. There is much hype going on about a thing they called Y2K. At 9 years old…I was hardly phased by it. Then again, maybe it was 2000 already. Life was good at nine. Nine was one of my favourite ages “because,” I remember thinking, “9 plus 9 is 18 and 1 plus 8 is 9. And 9 times 9 is 81 and 8 plus one is 9.” I remember enjoying that I knew that.
But on with my story…
One fine evening my family was sitting at the dinner table enjoying excellent food, and likely witty and at times sarcastic conversation. Upon finishing my nosh, and seated on my father’s lap, he asked me “Do you like being the youngest?” “Yep!” I responded without hesitation, “because I get to sit on your lap!” I grinned.
This answer was perhaps sweet on my part, but to my parents chagrin - not the answer they were hoping for.
You see, for years I’d wanted a little sister. So badly! I would persistently ask my mother for a younger sister. But alas, at 9 years old I’d come to terms with being the spoiled youngest child.
Back to the dinner table - my parents pause. The eyes of my older siblings widen. They forsee what’s going to be told and eagerly await confirmation. A moment later my parents look and me - after having composed themselves and say - “Well that’s too bad, because you’re not going to be the youngest any more.” At this my my eyes widen. Could it be? As much as I liked being the youngest at that point - the thought of a tiny baby child made me - and all of us - ridiculously excited!
And so I’m not the youngest. Not even close any more really. And I love it.