There is a powerful connection between our emptiness and our ability to welcome it. Henri Nouwen. Friday used to be family day in our home but now it is our friendship day. Whatever brings you joy I hope that you will experience those comforts; be it family, friends, or some special ritual that uplifts and … Continue reading Friday Comfort:
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December 2021 check-in
I wonder how you are all doing now that it is almost the end of the year. My blogging ground to a halt when I started the Art of Individuation course which I had hoped to give you some more feedback by now. In the last week of the course our plans for moving crystalized … Continue reading December 2021 check-in
A Short Tale about a Short Tail.
As I prepare for our move at the moment I have renovators, plumbers, painters, tilers and electricians in and out of my space all banging, drilling, chopping and discussing; while I “peacefully” pack my belongings: sorting, sifting, throwing out and keeping the bare essentials. It sounds busy yet I do make time to sit, think … Continue reading A Short Tale about a Short Tail.
Scottish Thistles and a New Adventure.
https://churchwritinggroup.files.wordpress.com/2021/10/thistle-in-a-field.jpg Thistles in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges Here is another short story for the group of writing friends I belong to, inspired by this painting as a writing prompt. Scottish Thistles and a New Adventure. The Scottish thistle is the symbol of my adventuring journeys as that is where my father came from. My … Continue reading Scottish Thistles and a New Adventure.
We All Have to Wait for Something.
https://churchwritinggroup.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/waiting-anette-swensson-2.jpg Waiting: Anette Swensson Waiting for an answer or diagnosis can be excruciating; especially when the outcome could really be something you are not looking forward to; something that is quite final. It’s a bit like sitting on an empty train station feeling alone and like the next train has been delayed: time hanging heavily … Continue reading We All Have to Wait for Something.
A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories.
https://churchwritinggroup.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/gwen_john_a_corner_of_the_artists_room_in_paris_cardiff.jpg Painting by Gwen John, a corner of the artists room in Paris. A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories. (This was first written for the my group of writing friends in response to the prompt of the painting by Gwen John , A corner of the artist's room in Paris.) The image of the empty … Continue reading A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories.
Knitting Research : South African Heritage
Dear Readers, Today I want to talk a little about my latest research project that I have set for myself. It is still very much in it’s infancy so it may develop more direction as I go along. Recently I was watching this episode by Skeindeer knits. I have tried to set it so that … Continue reading Knitting Research : South African Heritage
Reflection on Past, Present and Future.
As a river we flow from the Source to the End reflecting the terrain we are embedded in. We experience "the before", live in "the now" and ponder on "the after" or more commonly known as the past, present and future... Flowing ever forward We move from old routines to new practices: The Now is … Continue reading Reflection on Past, Present and Future.
Sailing: Inner Grounding
Sailing is fun. I used to go sailing with Fritz Nebe, when I was a teenager (+/-1978 - 1981). I learnt all about sailing and adventure, thanks to him. We sailed from Simon's Town to Hout Bay; and from Hout Bay to Saldanha Bay. There we spent many weekends sailing and swimming in Langabaan Lagoon. … Continue reading Sailing: Inner Grounding
The ups and downs of life.
Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself"Mahatma Gandhi I have to admit, as a creative individual I have experienced ups and downs of emotions, which over time, I have come to learn is quite natural and useful in creativity; yet after suffering depression I found … Continue reading The ups and downs of life.
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