Seeing that Klout once said that I am influential about unicorns, I thought that this would be fitting (hee hee):
Let’s just get this straight – I am not a photographer. I don’t know much about anything photography-wise, but I do enjoy taking photos and trying to capture the feeling in moments. My photos are special to me and I love them.
So when I heard that the iPhoneography SA Exhibition entries were open, I thought I’d give it a go. The iPhoneography SA Exhibition is all about showcasing South Africa’s best iPhone photography, hosted by Marc Forrest and iStore. You don’t have to be a photographer to enter, so I thought ‘Why the hell not’.
One of my images was chosen! I’m totally stoked and really, really proud. The image that was chosen is called “Pier” and was taken in Umhlanga while walking along the promenade after a night of heavy storms. I felt that it really captured my feeling at that time and am over the moon that that is the one that was chosen to be part of the exhibition.
No, you can’t see it now – come to the exhibition on Thursday 11 October (this Thursday) at the Sandton iStore and have a look for yourself. It will be on sale, so if it touches you too…well…
If you follow me on Twitter, you will have noticed some moany-moany tweets about starvation and wanting to eat a vegetarian. I am on a 3 day juice fast, people. Bear with me!
We put so much food through our digestive system day in and day out, without a break. Imagine all the gunk in there!
The theory behind fasting is that it permits the entire digestive system to rest while ridding the body of toxins. It cleanses the body and the energy that is usually used for digestion is available for the repair and healing of the body.
People also fast for spiritual reasons, in that it gives them an opportunity to focus their thoughts towards God/spirituality/whatever they’re into.
I just felt like I needed a bodily spring-clean.
I chose a 3 day juice fast. Detoxification programmes and fasting can be dangerous, if not done properly and for long periods of time, so a 3 day juice fast is a safe and relatively fast way to get the job done.
So all it is, is 3 days of only fresh fruit/vegetable juice and water/herbal tea. Sounds easy enough. Ha ha ha ha!! I laugh so!
A fridge full of apples, pears, carrots, lemon and ginger and motivation on Day 1.
Today is Day 3. The fridge holds a few carrots and a cucumber. I nearly ate my roommate yesterday.
I feel amazingly light and energetic now, though…
Day 1 and 2:
Mornings were fine. Afternoons filled with starvation and detox headaches. Juice fasts tend to detox you quicker than normal fasts and the toxins released cause intense headaches. This is apparently a good thing, though. But Oh My Soul…they hurt like mad. Sweating it out, drinking lots of water and peppermint tea helps though.
I’m still alive! I don’t want to kill or eat anyone. Whew! I feel great. No hunger. Glad that it’s nearly over!
Again, I have realised how much I love food and wine and the social aspect of eating. I chose a time when there was nothing really going on socially, and I could relax and take it easy while my body does it’s thing, but I would have struggled a lot more if I had to decline a meal out or a glass of wine with a friend!
I am impressed with my own willpower and inner strength.
I’m sticking out the last few hours on a positive note – Gold Stars to me…
Cool name, huh? Fine Brandy.By Design “is a collection of fine brandies that are changing how people see brandy, more especially how one consumes it.”
In plain English? Brandy cocktails, baby!
OudeMeester Demant, bitters and ginger ale, with lemon rinds. Oh Em Holy Crap – favouritist favourite!
Do yourself a favour and get down to the Taste of Joburg show at Monte Casino (started last night and on all weekend) and hit the Fine Brandy.By Design stand. They have the most delicious brandy cocktail and food pairing. Being a veggie, I had the mushroom risotto paired with The Franklin…twice…it was amazing.
For the meaties, they also had two meat options – I didn’t pay too much attention, but I seem to remember that they were some sort of pork belly and lamb dishes paired with brandy cocktails.
I am an absolute convert to the brandy revolution, if you haven’t realised yet. It’s no longer a drink for the old man in his library leather chair with his cigar, it’s freshened up and funky.
P.S. The Taste festival this year is really something to try out – I had so much fun tasting everything! I’d really recommend it for an evening out in Jozi. If you’re tweeting, hashtag is #TOJ2012 and handle is @TasteofJoburg
Here is my current situation:
It’s 9pm and I’ve moved from my desk to my couch, laptop still attached. The TV is on in the background and I still have a good few hours of work to do. I have no wine. I’ve had a really long day and I’m tired. My To-Do list seems to have fertiliser in its’ shoes.
But you know what? I’ve never been happier.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had this feeling of pure creativity energy. Anything is possible and there is no string on my kite.
I don’t care that I don’t have my old fat corporate salary anymore. I don’t care that I live from month to month. I don’t care that my financial stability has become more of a laugh than a certainty. Laughing is good for the soul.
Anything is possible and the world is still my oyster. I will make what I want out of it. I am no longer tied down by the corporate ball and chain. My clients are amazing. Big potential opportunities loom so close I can smell it. I help people every day. I gym outside of peak hours. I sleep late on a Monday morning because I can.
I have never been happier with a life decision.
If you are not happy in your job, change it!
It’s not worth your soul. Get it back.
I took a trip to Irene Dairy Farm this past weekend on the way back from a beautiful Spring Day spent with horses.
Walking through the deli shop, picking up a caffè mocha along the way to the lush green grass to sit under the trees, things looked promising.
Still rushing on endorphins from the day’s activities, I almost expected to find happy cows bouncing around in the grass, smelling daisies and playing tag.
I found no happy cows. I found sad cows. Cows that know nothing other than a cycle of eating/drinking while being chained to their tiny segment of barn, walking to be milked, getting milked. And then again.
Calves are separated from their mothers and lie in their dirty stalls, looking at the passing kids with a look that pierces your heart.
I’m sure that this quaint little farm is a lot better than other mainstream dairy farms, but I didn’t leave a with a warm and fuzzy feeling in my tummy.
The reality of the dairy industry is that it can never been warm and fluffy, given the demand that we put on dairy products. Cows will not be jumping through daisies and laughing with each other.
I came across this competition yesterday from Oudemeester:
Diamonds aside, this got me thinking.
How do you know when you’ve made it?
I posed the question on my Facebook page and expected my numbnut friends to come up with some ridonculous ideas of wealth and success. I remember once paging through a lifestyle magazine (yes, once upon a time there were things called magazines and they were printed on paper), and saw a house with a beautiful wild forest garden. In this fairy garden paradise was an open air kitchen and dining area. I cut out the picture and stuck it on my fridge and told myself that you know you’ve made it when you have an outdoor kitchen in your forest fairy garden.
Although that would be bloody marvelous and I wouldn’t say no to having one if I had the means, in all honesty there are much deeper and more satisfactory signs that you’ve made it in life.
Here are some of my Facebook friends answers to my status “You know you’ve made it when…”
- you don’t need to brag about your ‘achievements’ on Facebook anymore
- you have a penis butler
- ……. you’re happy
- you can look back and actually be proud of what you have achieved and how far you have come…
- you get back to the stable and your T-shirt isn’t full of dirt at the back (from falling off a horse)!
- …you no longer need Facebook to complete your sentences.
- all the things you dream of come true… It is an ongoing thing for me, not just a single moment
- people don’t judge you for doing arb things like eating a bacon, asparagus and mayonaise salad. They think you’re starting a trend.
Okay, so besides the penis butler comment (not sure what that is all about?) it looks like I have some pretty sensible Facebook friends. Nobody mentioned a forest fairy garden kitchen, though. I must be wrong.
So, Oudemeester, although I haven’t entered your competition as I don’t have a bottle of Demant in my hand, here is my answer to your question:
How do you know when you’ve made it?
- When the things most important to you in your life have never been bought
- When the greatest joy in your life is seeing pure joy in the face of someone else and knowing that you helped make that happen
- When you look into the face of fear and say “Yippeee!”. No matter how bad the situation, you know that there is always a way.
- When you find happiness in every day
How do you know when you’ve made it?
Having many gorgeous nieces and nephews around, I have grown accustomed to reading them bedtime stories filled with ridiculous stories of frogs turning into princes, and the pretty demure princess getting the handsome prince and living happily ever after. A farce based on fanciful stupors of materialistic royalty and shallow goals.
I read a story to my nephew over the weekend that was pretty damn cool, though, in my books.
A Golden Touch
There was once a king who wished that everything he touched would turn to gold.
His wish was granted by a passing fairy, and he ran around his palace turning all his belongings into gold. Vases, statues, plates and even cushions were turned to gold as soon as he touched them.
“I will be so rich,” he thought.
Before long, the king started to feel hungry.
“Bring me some fruit,” he ordered his servant. But when the king picked up an apple, it turned to gold before it even reached his lips.
The king began to feel very sad, but when his wife tried to comfort him with a hug, even she turned to gold.
“I never want to see gold again,” sobbed the king and he wished with all his heart for things to be back to normal.
Luckily, the fairy, who had been watching all along, took pity on him. everything changed back to the way it had been before.
The king had learned his lesson and he knew that there were many ordinary things more valuable than gold.
Okay, so if I had written the story, the fairy wouldn’t have taken pity on the king, but you get the point…
Following my new love affair with horses, I’ve found it quite difficult to explain the inherent emotional power that they possess. Not only do I not fully understand it, but what I do understand is very difficult to put into words.
To quote from the article by Jacqui Du Plessis:
“They demand emotional and behavioural consistency and remain rooted in the present moment. Engaging with a horse requires of you to be honest and open. No matter your mood, attitude or actions, you can be sure the horse will mirror it – change these and the horse will respond likewise. It has been speculated that no animal is more sensitive to human moods and non-verbal communication than a horse. This provides a unique and powerful opportunity to reflect on oneself, to identify needs, and to explore the actions required to meet these. What can be more powerful than digging deep inside oneself to find your very own solutions?”
That may be the verbalisation I’ve been looking for.