Musings...

Money, Money, Money Money, m oney, money can't buy happiness? Think about this... I s this as true as we all try to c onvince ourselves? Money, money, money  can buy happiness Think about this again... Where would we be without it? Why has it come to this? Is it all about Money? Money for flashy lifestyles? Where are our minds? I can tell you, our minds are on m oney, money, money! Sadly, it seems, money can buy happiness! Where would we be without it? No peace, discontent, unhappy! Money can’t buy happiness...? Just t hink about this phrase.   Many of us are on a constant search for happiness, we question the purpose of life and wonder why we struggle to find contentment. Our focus in the modern world seems to have shifted from needs to luxuries. Why are we not satisfied with our needs being fulfilled? Is true happiness found in a car or a diamond?  Perhaps if we let go of things a little and grabb...

An Autumn Leaf captured in my garden May 2014 A moment in time This actual moment, as I sit here and write it, has disintegrated, like charcoal to ash, along with each and every other past moment that has been. One moment it is there, but before we are able to grasp it, it is gone. All that is left are vague pictures and clouded memories. The memories and untold stories feel like a lost figment of my imagination. Have you ever wondered where it has disappeared to? Does it disappear into nothingness or is the clarity stored somewhere?   Do you ever find yourself pondering the question of time? I have, and it has given me many many cold-sweating, sleepless nights, but in turn has helped me realise how precious every little moment is. With every new grey hair comes a little more appreciation for the split second.  I know that I have been capturing some moments but it is just not enough. An urge emerges, a need to capture eve...

Inhaca Island, Mozambique 2013 I find myself distracted. Distracted by the crushing effects of civil war in Africa. I am consumed by misery and my soul is deeply moved by these people’s sufferings. How can I sit here with luxuries beyond their wildest imaginations and pretend that life is good. I cannot appreciate a single “thing” I own or even a decent meal without my mind wandering off to the deepest, darkest Africa. Ignorance is something of the past for me, I am unbelievably restless. It is my God given duty to find them, love them and tell their stories. Fear of going out into the cold world and actually finding these stories has been a giant hurdle for me. My fear is but a speck of dust when compared to that which those affected by civil war have been living with their entire lives.  Trying to find a way. Where do I begin?

Self Portrait 2009 - Facebook (bookface)  What would life be without a love hate relationship that we could not live with or without? My question actually being, what would life be without Facebook? After much deliberation I could finally persuade myself to experiment with the deactivation function on Facebook, and with a simple click I strangely and unexpectedly felt a calming sense of freedom come over me. How liberating it felt to be free of this addictive,habitual social network! Feeling a sense of freedom after deactivating Facebook may seem a little ridiculous, but after being in denial for a while about this "addiction", that was somewhere in between what chocolate is now and cigarettes once were to me, I knew I needed to take a little time out. Checking Facebook first thing in the morning was not my idea of freedom or self liberation. A couple of months into my sabbatical and the first thing I am checking is if the sun has risen, I am reading more and fi...