Happiness is dancing in the rain

True happiness is when you can dance in the rain.

How I got to now...

Learning to live

Sometimes I waste sunny days in new countries..... 

thinking "I will do that tomorrow"..

and then it rains.....

and the views are misty...

some kind of Magic is lost....

Maybe I will learn to seize the moment.

wondering around the world

Starting to live......

I am 3 sleeps away from nomading

and I am nervous for now...

 I know I will be good the moment I am on that plane. 

Now for all the people out there who think I am irresponsible...

 or think I should be settling down like themselves this one is for you......

Live life.... clichéd but for the most part it is not as easy as it sounds... 

Creativity is just connecting things

these are a few of my favourite things

Coffee

Moleskin

Bags

good design

and recycling...

... all in one

visit proudly South African wren designs

Pursue Life

Love love love

Loving me, loving my feminine self...

A couple of years ago after a chapter of my life came to an end, I was struggling with the change...

A friend of mine took my to a Tattoo parlour and we had tiny pink hearts  tattooed on our left wrists to remind ourselves to always love our feminine selves......

I then had my favourite Tibetan mantra of compassion tattooed onto the back of my neck...

Om mani padme Hum

These are love letters to myself...

Next I wish to have a symbol of my home, Africa inscribed onto me... 

Any ideas?? 

  

Go and Kiss in the Rain

This is your LIFE

Voyaging

Voyaging

“To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… cruising, it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about. I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can’t afford it. What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of security. And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine – and before we know it our lives are gone.

What does a man need – really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in – and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all – in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade. The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed. Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?”

- Sterling Hayden

Last min dot com

After a crazy night shift at the clinic and a long busy day following it, a friend of mine called up and asked if I was keen on a road trip to Nelspruit the following day. Now being a FOMO of cause I agreed...........

I wake with a startle at 5am, put a pot of Espresso on the stove and fumble into the shower thinking "what was I thinking?".........

After a strong bitter coffee and filling a basket full of road trip goodies........ The Rockstar and I head off to the Northern country....

The Excuse....................

A natural birthing center............ of cause :)

Bella Rose

Started by a Doula, Belinda Loudon and her husband, Shaun, converted part of their farm house into a home away from home water birthing unit....

I am so excited that in a country with such a high Caesar rate there are women who are making a stand - who know the importance of Natural birth...

I love the thrill of a last minuet decision to follow your heart and make memories...

Winding through the hills of this beautiful countryside. 

Laughing with Rock star Sr. Gail.... 

Watching the blue sky's turn lavender grey, moments before a thunder storm dances across the sky. 

Invited by the immense heat of the day......

Flying round the pass's catching glimpse's of lightening bolts striking the hills....

Image from here

Live my dream

Travel and birth Babies.

and then I awake to another night shift....

Nomadic Midwife Launchers

After spending the last 8 months gaining experience as a Doula at Genesis Clinic, I have finally launched my private Doula practice.......

Nomadic Midwife.

But this is not all the good news.............

I have registered to study Midwifery through NARM next year.

My goal is to set up satalite clinic in rural Africa..... alot like Bus Fare Babies.

My aim is to birth in as many countries and cultures as possible.

xxx

friends.................. they hold vital moments of my life

I have never made it to Paris.......

A dear dear friend of mine has made my year

I am meeting Anna and Claire 

in Paris......

They say Paris is the city of love 

well what better love is there then

that of dear Friends

Fellow bloggers thought

I love this post card thought from

the note book doodles

f(love) = 0

f(love) = 0

by Monica M. Eiland

f(love) = 0
The function of love is undefined.

 

∫f''(love) = 0

impossible, infinitely uncertain result:

if circumstances were different

what would be the second spatial coordinate

that is a function of love?

but the function is fixed:

circumstances define

the hand that draws the line

Forward, backward, what will make it work?

f''(love) = 0

the quality of a nonexistent

is less than zero

what is the slope, the rise and run

of the function that dooms me?

this love has no degree

no rate of movement

by the definition of love,

undefined in an impossible f''(x).

 

∫f''(love)dlove = 0

area under an impossible function

if time could flow backwards,

what would be the length, depth, and height

of the product of our love?

but the product is nonexistent:

an area of undefined space,

like a black hole

Forward, backward, what will make it work?

 

dlove = ln love

I have never been good at math,

but here is a loophole:

how could I have missed Newton's trick

to finding area where none used to exist?

Love is like an alchemist's salamander,

fireproof, slippery, fluid in the darkness;

but wearing a coat of improbable logs

I can capture fire.

country moments

Easter Sunday in Parys with great friends, a lunch at Feast with the best ever frozern honey and cinnamon cheesecake, quaint shoppe, Farmlands, Vuvuzelas and dramatic skies......

“Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they’re going.” – Paul Theroux