A generous spirit

I’ve been thinking a lot, lately, about generosity. Hout Bay, where we live, has been ravaged by fires over the last few weeks – terrifying multi-day fires that rage across the mountains and an even more terrifying fire in Imizamo Yethu, the informal settlement, that displaced 10 000 people. That sounds so removed, doesn’t it? Displaced. What it actually means is that 10 000 people had homes on Friday last week, homes filled with clothes and toys and books and TVs and things. And the next day those same people had nothing.

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The art of authenticity

I used to really struggle with being authentic, and vulnerable. I thought – and I don’t really know where this thought came from – that the me I presented to the world had to be shiny and perfect and free of cracks. So that’s the mask I put on: happy, confident, sociable me. And yes, sometimes that’s exactly how I felt. But other times I felt quiet and anti-social and vulnerable, and the more I put the shiny happy mask on, the more the quieter me felt itchy.

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Be easy on yourself

One of the great gifts of motherhood, for me, has been an enhanced capacity for vulnerability. I’m not sure if it’s the sleep deprivation or the sense of common journey, but I have learned the subtle, graceful art of saying how I’m really doing when people ask.

Sometimes they don’t even have to ask! Last week, when I was struggling with why Arthur was acting out so much, I reached out to a school friend I haven’t spoken to in years, because I remembered her writing on Facebook about being exhausted at the end of a day of non-stop negotiations with a toddler. She had such wise and helpful advice for me, and ended her message by saying: “Be easy on yourself. You also need a break.”

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Special Time

Last week was intense. Hardcore. Challenging. Full-on. Exhausting. You get my drift… But it took me until Friday to figure out what was wrong.

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The Happy Song

Want to know what song is playing on repeat in my head at the moment? This one. (more…)

A recipe for the worst night ever

Yesterday, I was tired. Bone tired. Dog tired. Headache at bedtime (which was before 9pm) tired. So of course, we had the worst night ever. Here’s the recipe, in case you’re wondering…

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Slice of inspiration

A little slice of inspiration to start our week off right…

(Incidentally, these were all saved on a folder on my computer called ‘Lovely’ which I just found… From the days before Pinterest and Instagram! Remember those days? Me neither.)

Never a day off

I am a lucky diabetic. Most of the time, having Type 1 diabetes doesn’t feel that hard. The injections, the constant blood sugar checks, the needing to be careful of what I eat – I’m pretty much used to it and can see the silver linings (except during pregnancy, which was a whole different ball game). Most of the time.

But then there are the other times, when all I want is a day off. (more…)

Finding beauty in our mistakes

I know it’s very hip to say you don’t regret anything, but I’m not so sure how true it is. I don’t regret anything in the sense that I understand that all my past experiences have brought me to where I am today and helped form me as an individual, but there are some things I’ve done that I would definitely call mistakes.

That’s why I love the idea of kintsugi. (more…)

The joy of the invisible workload

I read a blog post recently about the invisible workload and it really resonated with me. So much that I sent it to a bunch of my girlfriends, who all responded with a: “hell yeah!” Have you heard the concept?

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