Writing challenge – Day 14 – Words

I have a thing for words; an obsession; an infatuation. A logolepsy. Give them to me in any shape or form. Song lyrics, poetry, spoken verse, seven-hundred page novels, simple one-line phrases. I love the spaces between words. The chance to pause and take it in. An escape; an abditory. I love how reading them … Continue reading Writing challenge – Day 14 – Words

Writing challenge – Day six – Joy

Is it just me,or does joy become more elusive as you get older?Like joy is the sunand it becomes eclipsed by clouds.Clouds that are worrySelf-doubtGuiltShameRates and taxesTraumatic experiencesCar maintenanceAn ill loved oneClimate changeA pandemicSo many cloudsmakes it hard to seethe sun.But the sun is always there;shining despite the clouds.Sliding in and out of blue-sky gaps,making … Continue reading Writing challenge – Day six – Joy

Writing challenge – Day three – A memory

It's difficult to recall a random memory, in all its glorious detail, on demand. But when I smell a certain scent or hear a particular song they come flooding back. An onslaught of immaculate detail. Years and years later. Even the memories I didn't know I had. Like when I hear Black Eyed Peas' "I … Continue reading Writing challenge – Day three – A memory

There is something in the air down here

DCIM\100GOPRO\GOPR9250.JPG There is something in the air down here; in the Garden Route. Take a drive with me along the N2 and you will see. It's alive. You can feel it in your bones. It's the kind of something that makes you want to roll down your windows, turn up your radio and breathe. One … Continue reading There is something in the air down here

Lessons in letting go

"Learn to close softly. The doors of rooms you will not be coming back to." Donald Justice Everything I have ever had to let go of has claw marks on it. I fought. I clung. I held on until my knuckles broke. Until I was destroyed with trying. A boxer after a knockout. On my … Continue reading Lessons in letting go

Ecological Grief

My grief is on fire todayand so is the mountain.The air is thick.It burns my throat.I inhale. I choke.Sirens wail behind the smoke,rotor blades pierce through the density.The surfaces of my apartment,of my heart,are covered in ash.The remains of Mother Naturefall softly to the groundunperturbed by the chaos surrounding.As if to say,“Continue your destruction,and I … Continue reading Ecological Grief

A blind assault on our planet

The earth is a fine place and worth fighting for.Ernest Hemingway I found it incredibly difficult to write this blog post, and it is probably not my best work. I think that is because this is something I feel passionate about but have never been able to articulate in the way it deserves. We are … Continue reading A blind assault on our planet

Average achiever

I was supposed to be an overachiever. You know, one of those doctors who finish community service and go straight into a registrar post and become a specialist at age 32, then a prof before 40! Instead, I am edging closer and closer to 30 and working in a warehouse on a contract basis that … Continue reading Average achiever

Dawn is still breaking

I realized something this morning. Dawn is a slow dance. A gentle thing. Measured. And just because we cannot immediately see the sun, dawn is still breaking. Even as the first light of day banishes the darkest of night, dawn is still breaking. Before we can feel the warmth of morning, dawn is still breaking. … Continue reading Dawn is still breaking

Thoughts on thoughts

My thought are always on. Always moving. Sometimes racing. Sometimes ambling. But always moving. They wander off into the past, taking left and right turns, one after the other. They stray down dark corridors. They open doors they shouldn't. Doors that say 'Do not disturb!' They find secret rooms and hidden tunnels. They go deeper … Continue reading Thoughts on thoughts