All good things must end

This blog has been lying dormant, and while I have wanted to write a lot of things, this just doesn’t seem like the right place to share all my thoughts and feeling anymore. I think I have changed, I have out grown fabulous mommy. Now I am at the point of trying to decide whether I should end off the chapter of my life that this blog represented with a neat bow and a thank you for coming, or do I rebrand and rename this blog and make it a bit more aligned to who I am now?

As the saying goes; only change is constant.

So much change.

 

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Falling off the wagon

So I dropped the ball with #projectpoetry. Why? Well I think the combination of a very stressful month, too many things to do, and an ongoing struggle with depression worked together and force me to shut down non-essential services. You know Eskom has been load shedding, the Post Office is on strike and I was out of action for a bit too. It happens. What I’ve learnt about myself over the last year is that when I get to this point a little time out is the only thing that helps me from slipping into a more permanent version of the doldrums that I’ve been in. My mental health is a precarious balancing act and sometimes I get the balance wrong. So after a week and a bit of serious self care, I’m back and feeling pretty good. Yay!

What does self care entail for me?

Getting 8-9 hours of sleep a night

Spending much less time being social

Spending less time on social media or in any other emotionally charged environment

Doing low energy expending, nurturing activities like making pickles. (Yes pickle making is self care, I can do something that has a tangible result, is mildly creative, it an act of love and service for my family and doesn’t require too much effort beyond the repetitive chopping of veggies.)

I may just coin my own term for self care: conserve and preserve.

So I’m back, and coming up will be the recipes for sweet and sour pickled peppers, and bread and butter pickles. Also something to look out for, a review on the single most mindblowingly excellent queer poetry anthology I have ever read… #PoemsForTheQueerRevolution.

A weekend in the Drakensberg

This last weekend we went to the Drakensberg to celebrate the upcoming birthday of my darling spouse. It was beautiful, peaceful and rejuvenating.

After a quick 6 hour drive we arrive at Witsieshoek Mountain Lodge which lies on the borders of KwaZulu Natal, the Free State and Lesotho. It is certainly the closest one can come to heaven on earth, but don’t take my word for it look at these photos…

The bunch of usDrakensbergDrakensbergSentinel ValleyWitsieshoek

Photos taken by my very talented father in law. All rights reserved.

#ProjectPoetry 5

You don’t know what #ProjectPoetry is? Surely this isn’t the first time you’re reading one of my poems. If it is, then go read the last 4 poems posted under the heading #ProjectPoetry and you’ll have all the explanation you need.

This weeks poem has the theme of animals as chosen by Flat White Concepts

Previous poem by CupcakeMummy here.

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Pet

Looking past this place
Through the ever mist
Half closed eyes
Jungle, rich and verdant
Breathes a slow echoing rhythm
Only wild things understand

The sun feels the same
Fur gleams warm,
Perched on man laid stone
Or swaying bower

Homage to lithe predator
Lays dormant in sinuous curves
From scythe and claw
From impatient tail
From liquid golden gaze