Pink-tinged Rose

Pink-tinged Rose


This is simply about you. Press play, Smile.

Yes…your time here is worth celebrating. 🙂

Live & Learn

This is not about how to change the world.
Or saying that we should stop fighting
against crime, corruption, poverty, oppression or racism.

This is simply about you.

Yesterday I drove an hour outside of Cape Town
with my family to be with the snow.
A rare occurrence us Cape Townians hardly get to experience.

It was then when it hit me, we need to celebrate more.
But not in a traditional sense.
But in a way to celebrate life and our time on earth,
which we all seem to be rushing through.
For what?

Let’s celebrate being young.
Let’s celebrate love.
Let’s celebrate family.
Let’s celebrate the offering for no reason.
Let’s celebrate the city you live in.
Your home.
Having the ability to be able to watch this video is a privilege.
Having access to internet, celebrate that.

Every day I see these negative things on Facebook

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The Hammock

When I lay my head in my mother’s lap
I think how day hides the stars,
the way I lay hidden once, waiting
inside my mother’s singing to herself. And I remember
how she carried me on her back
between home and the kindergarten,
once each morning and once each afternoon.

I don’t know what my mother’s thinking.

When my son lays his head in my lap, I wonder:
Do his father’s kisses keep his father’s worries
from becoming his? I think, Dear God, and remember
there are stars we haven’t heard from yet:
They have so far to arrive. Amen,
I think, and I feel almost comforted.

I’ve no idea what my child is thinking.

Between two unknowns, I live my life.
Between my mother’s hopes, older than I am
by coming before me, and my child’s wishes, older than I am
by outliving me. And what’s it like?
Is it a door, and good-bye on either side?
A window, and eternity on either side?
Yes, and a little singing between two great rests.

~~ Li-Young Lee ~~

“Normal day, le…

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.” ~ Mary Jean Irion

Up On The Roof

When this old world starts getting me down

and people are just too much for me to face,

I climb way up to the top of the stair

and all my cares just drift right into space.

On the roof it’s peaceful as can be

and there’s a world below can’t bother me.

Let me tell you now,

When I come home feeling tired and weak

I go up where the air is fresh and sweet.

I get away from the hustling crowd

and all that rat-race noise down in the street.

On the roof’s the only place I know

where you just have to wish to make it so

let’s go up on the roof.

At night the stars put on a show for free

and, darling, you can share it all with me.

I keep on telling you

right smack dab in the middle of town

I found a paradise that’s trouble proof.

And if this world starts getting you down

there’s room enough for two

up on the roof.

~~ Gerry Goffin & Carole King ~~