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dreamy tuesday

February 9, 2010
Each day of the week seems to have an exclusive nickname or reputation. We have blue (or bubbly;-) Mondays while whacky Wednesdays enjoy the role of having the worst behind it and not-that-long-to-go ahead. Thursdays are renowned for wrapping up what we haven’t done yet or serves as an entree for the days ahead. We heave a ‘Thank God It’s Friday’ sigh of relief and before we can even blink, it’s the weekend, baby! But what about poor little Tuesday, just hanging around like an odd sock in a drawer of silk stockings. My sister refers to Tuesday as ‘like Monday, just with a prettier dress on’ but even that falls short of infusing much sparkle or enthusiasm. So what does one do with this ‘going nowhere’ little day? Do we jump into action de-cluttering our cupboards or fixing shelves? No that’s for Saturday mornings. What about the movies or drinks with friends? Er, Wednesday. Paint your nails, colour your hair, perhaps? Hello Thursday. So we’re back to Tuesday with not much to do.

And right there my good friend, is the answer. We’re gonna do ‘not much’ in style. And if, like me, you’re a footballer’s wife, you might even have a few quiet hours within which to do it. Let’s set the scene, shall we. Light some fragrant candles, pop in your favourite CD and sink into your most comfortable armchair or couch. If the weather’s still good, you may want to swing in a hammock or languish on a patio lounger. Do you have a glass of your favourite wine or hot cup of tea by your side? Perhaps even a bowl of chilli chocolate Haagen Das. Go on, get some. And while you’re up, make sure the phone is on silent or (unless you’re expecting an emergency call) switch it off for an hour or so. Comfy? Good! because we are going to daydream.

Just lie back, take a deep breath and let your mind wonder. Travel to a faraway land you wish to visit or perhaps had the pleasure of enjoying. Is it a sandy beach or a wintry countryside? A bustling metropolitan city street or along a lazy river?

Feel the sun on your skin or the crisp mountain air as it tingles your nostrils.
Do you hear the sounds of the city? Cars hooting, a newspaper vendor calling out the headline, your heels click-clicking as you walk along a boulevard. There are lights in all colours, delicious smells wafting from sidewalk bistros. Feels good, doesn’t it?
Our minds are incredible tools. With the power of thought alone, we can continually rehash an unpleasant incident or plot an unsavoury act, dragging us into the depths of despair. Or we can lift our spirits and soar to whatever heights we chose. We can live in palaces and dine with kings; bring audiences to their feet or armies to their knees. All we need to do is set our minds free to dream. And who knows, our bodies might just feel compelled to follow suit. Here’s to Tuesdays and all it has to offer. Happy thoughts, everyone.

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I regularly receive newsletters from The Abundance Yoga Centre in Claremont. Today’s mail from them included a quote which re-iterates the sentiment expressed in my previous blog.

The present moment is where life can be found;
and if you don’t arrive there,
you miss your appointment with life.
– Thich Nhat Hanh

Thich Nhat Hanh is an expatriate Vietnamese Buddhist monk, teacher, author, poet and peace activist. He joined a Zen monastery at the age of 16, studied Buddhism as a novice and was fully ordained as a monk in 1949. The title Thich is used by all Vietnamese monks and nuns, meaning that they are part of the Shakya (Shakyamuni Buddha) clan. (I copied this description for wikipedia.org. Hope they don’t mind.)

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bubbly mondays

February 8, 2010
I’m sitting at my dining room table, sipping a delicious glass of champagne, having just finished a wonderful meal of champagne chicken with sautéed mushrooms and vegetable rice. Well, it’s not real champagne but, Pongracz, my long-standing favourite indulgence. (a recessionista has her limits, you know) So what’s the special occassion, you ask? The fact that I’m sipping bubbly on a Monday evening, that’s what.

Let me take you back to New Years Day 2008. I decided that that would be the year of champagne. I presented this nectar from the Gods to friends as gifts, took it along to every social gathering which called for a ‘bring your own’ and indulged myself in ceremonial cork-popping whenever and wherever the mood took me. My request to recipients and guests alike was always the same. Rather than wait for a special occassion, create one there and then. Author and personal mentor, Sarah Ban Breathnach calls it Romancing the Ordinary. Take what would ordinarily be a mundane event or act and add flair, fun and celebration. Burn that special candle while painting your nails, play your favourite song as you do the dishes, wear beaded slippers while dancing with the vacuum cleaning. South African designer, Paul van Zyl believes that women have the ability to be fabulous every day. So let’s celebrate being women.
Guys can do the same. Wear your ‘good’ suit to work on a Tuesday, wash the car in a brand new t-shirt or enjoy a glass of your most expensive whiskey while watching rugby. Life is both to short and too long to wait. Let’s celebrate being alive right now. What could possibly be considered a more special occasion than Life itself?

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here’s to me

BREAKING NEWS: Yahoo! has found Clouds.
My appreciation and gratitude to Andy Grey and Leslie Davids in the Customer Care dept. May the sun shine wherever you go.

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stomp

February 7, 2010

‘Industrial-drum-‘n-bass-meets-foot-stomping-dance-and-craziness’ but it’s actually known as Stomp. This phenomenal international act features a wicked troupe of multi-talented performing artists who exude high-octane energy from every pore. Using the most mundane and unusual instruments they literally ‘stomp’ out a sound and dance routine guaranteed to keep you enthralled long after the final curtain call; playing cards and die, brooms and garbage cans, tea boxes, 25-gallon drums and, yes, even the kitchen sink. It’s incredible.

I was blown away by this concept about 10 years ago while flicking channels on TV one evening and wished with every fibre of my being that they would visit SA. And 4 years later, they did but I didn’t attend. Ironically, I had already started my ‘Red Shoes’ campaign, an intense savings plan for my first holiday abroad. So, with a strong sense of purpose but a heavy heart nonetheless, I chose not to purchase a ticket.

But I know and believe that every pure intention is rewarded, every wish made without malice is fulfilled. As soon as our flights were confirmed, I googled Stomp+London, and there they were. Our 4-day stay coincided perfectly with one of the performances in that entertainment Mecca called the West End. Wow!
It’s been about 2 years since. Words still fail me but I feel butterflies in my stomach every time I think of that awesome experience. Well, guess what? Stomp’s coming to Cape Town in April this year and like with most of the good which happens to me, my first reaction is to share it with Tess. Today, I bought our tickets.

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