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What I Did | Easy Fix | And All was Right with the World

What I did when my coaching session was cancelled: ‪#‎BeachWalk‬‪ #‎CapeTown‬ ‪#‎SouthernPeninsula‬ The lovely mist on the mountain was so wistful in the wind. Lovely boat, shark flag and a duck amongst the gulls. My first walk on the beach since the stint with bronchitis. Just sat on the dune and absorbed the sea spray and sea air. “And all was right with the world.”

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Photos taken by Carol Knox on a beach in Cape Town.


Sloughed Off | How I Grew a New Skin Such a Magical Thing


In response to Daily Post | New Skin

As the little green Suzuki Alto entered the 2 600 foot  Outeniqua Mountain Pass in all its majesty, fecundity and wonder, a magical thing happened. Looking down at my arms, my right one in a spasm of carpel tunnel frigidity, my skin began to slough off, much like the dry skin peeling of a snake. My sight extended to a cartoon like vision of myself, a half crazed red-head, driving a tiny car bulging with stuff, a white rabbit in one of my magical extra hands and a bird-cage in the other. Somehow, entering this pass was like being squeezed from a womb through a birth canal, where I came out the other end with not only new skin, but a renewed awe, hope and enthusiasm for what was potentially to come. I was brand new! This indeed was a R. D. Laing landscape, a circuitous and twisted place, the primal journey of coming into being. A true renewal and metamorphosis, and I thought in the words attributed to Francois Rabelais:


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See Janus Head for more on Laing See also Laing’s Language of Experience

Daily Post | New Year’s Eve 2014 | Warmth

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I would like to share the warm feeling I experienced when looking out over my new home area in Fish Hoek, in the Western Cape, South Africa. These were taken on New Year’s Eve. You can see the Christmas tree at the top of the road. Response to Daily Post: Warmth

Photo taken by Carol Knox


Advantage of Foresight – The Whisperings

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Advantage of Foresight – The Whisperings

You’ve been granted the power to predict the future! The catch — each time you use your power, it costs you one day (as in, you’ll live one day less). How would you use this power, it at all?

If only?

What if?

Can I can’t I?

I have a certain sensitivity. Not foresight exactly. Sometimes dreams; sometimes messages usually from animals often from birds, especially crows; a knowing without being told a sense of the unspoken in people. It seems to have come down the maternal line. My grandmother had it strongly, she used to get messages from birds, usually doves or pigeons, mainly about a passing. Given that karma will ripen in its own time, I’m not sure how useful it would be. I can try to do things to purify negative karma, listen to the unspoken, the fleeting, the whisperings, be present.

Head Turners

Head Turners 

We often hear strange snippets of conversation as we walk through public spaces. When was the last time you overheard something so interesting, ridiculous, or disturbing you really wanted to know what it was all about?


All I can say to this prompt is that I agree with Serendipity with the post The Devil made me do it.

August Blues – Half Remembered Half Forgotten

August Blues – Half Remembered Half Forgotten


As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?

As a child I always disliked school.

I disliked the routines

I disliked the rigidity

I disliked the patter

I disliked the uniforms

I disliked the focus on the norm. Anything that fell outside the middle of the bell curve was seen as a hassle.

I disliked nearly all of it. I would have thrived on home schooling. Being a quiet child singles you out. I mainly kept to myself. Schooling was not a joyous occasion. We have summer coming up. During the school years it was overly hot. I was always wistful and dreamy, trying to sit near the window, looking out, daydreaming of another life, half remembered, another time, half forgotten.

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Discussion Enders – Rosie’s Revenge

Discussion Enders – Rosie’s Revenge

My landlady was telling the story of a special chicken dish she was preparing. I am a lacto-vegetarian, so I quipped: “How could you?” She told how she had ordered a special farm chicken, whose name was Rosie. Rosie arrived alive. A dilemma ensued. Nonetheless Rosie was slaughtered. After loving preparation, when it came to eating the poor bird, she was apparently so tough that she was inedible. My response was: “that was Rosie’s revenge!” She and everyone laughed.

Discussion Enders – “Are you the illegitimate one?”

Discussion Enders – Are you the Illegitimate One?

We’ve all had exchanges where we came up with the perfect reply — ten minutes too late. Write down one of those, but this time, make sure to sign off with your grand slam (unused) zinger.

Sorry no zinger.

A cousin I had never met before asked me: “Are you the illegitimate one?” All I could do was laugh and said nothing spectacular just: “No my Mom and Dad were married.” “Oh”, she said, “I thought you were illegitimate, because no one spoke about you, you were like a secret.”

What can I say?

That’s just how it is.

Or like when I met my absent and unsupportive father’s fiance, at the funeral of his brother. “Oh she said, who are you?” “I am P’s daughter.” She was so shocked she literally staggered back. He had never mentioned me to her. She is such a warm and just lovely person, I felt sad for her. She was very kind to me when she realised that I was telling the truth and not just some person trying to cause trouble, which is what she thought at first. I wondered how she must have felt, to not even have been told about me, only to find out at a funeral when I was introduced as C, not even: “This is my daughter C…”

That’s just how it is.

You, Robot – The Drudgery

You, Robot – The Drudgery 

Congrats — you’ve been handed a robot whose sole job is to relieve you of one chore, job, or responsibility you particularly hate. What is it?

It would have to be the drudgery of sweeping and mopping the floors. I have birds indoors who scatter seeds all over the place. To have this task taken care of, without the presence of a person, would be bliss. I don’t like the noise of a vacuum, so quiet sweeping would be a must!

Opening Lines – Skinny Love

Opening Lines – Skinny Love

What’s the first line of the last song you listened to (on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)? Use it as the first sentence of your post.

“Come on skinny love, just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here…”

Skinny Love by Bon Iver

“come on skinny love, just last the year

Pour a little salt, we were never here…”

Unlucky love, insincere

Withered and broke, nothing there

Gimme that salt, I don’t care.


Lyrics here at Lyrics.wikia 

Pick Your Potion – Gotta be Coffee – My Ambrosia

Pick Your Potion – Gotta be Coffee – My Ambrosia

Captain Picard was into Earl Grey tea; mention the Dude and we think: White Russians. What’s your signature beverage — and how did it achieve that status?

(Thanks, Bea Patricia, for inspiring this prompt!)

In an article called: Why Does Coffee Make us Feel so good, on Psycholgoy Today the allure of coffee is explained so beautifully by Gary Wenk. He explains that scientists have discovered that coffee causes the release of dopamine, which causes pleasant and euphoric feelings. He also mentions that some research has pointed to coffee having addictive properties.

Personally, I am a grumpy morning person without my coffee. Woe is me if I run out of milk and don’t feel like going to the local garage store late at night. The following morning I really suffer.

There’s a funny article over on Cracked Magazine that talks about 7 Scientific Ways that Coffee Gives you Superpowers.

“If coffee can help Navy goddamn SEALs stay awake for 72 hours of torture, that morning coffee better not just wake you up — you’d better karate chop through your desk and do a day’s work before lunch. Standing. Violently.”

So that explains why I am grumpy, I don’t have my wonderwoman dose, so I feel too normal and average and all too human.

And don’t get me started on the aroma. I am so mad about it I could be a street kid sniffing glue from a plastic bag. In Thailand all book stores had coffee shops. The blend of books and coffee was so perfect, one forgot the heat, the traffic snarls outside and drifted into a kind of genteel universe of all GOOD THINGS. Coffee and books. Why did it take South Africa so long to cotton on? Of course there are also the smells of the baked goods. Some say that houses sell better, if they have the smell of freshly baked bread. So of course it makes sense if books sell better when you smell the coffee and the muffins. Given this knowledge it is amazing that a search of Wikimedia Commons does not bring up one image of coffee drinkers in book stores. I did however find an image of a cafe in the Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh. They clearly have the right idea, what a beautiful spot. If I were there I would think I had died and gone to some heavenly realm, just look at the skylights.



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Work? Optional! – Writing and Trauma Work – Out of the Rain and the Dark and into the Song

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Work? Optional! – Writing and Trauma Work – Out of the Rain and the Dark and into the Song


If money were out of the equation, would you still work? If yes, why, and how much? If not, what would you do with your free time?

Yes, I would work. I would spend my time writing both non-fiction and fiction, especially short stories.

I would also establish a Trauma Practice and work with those who have experienced life traumas of various kinds. Cape Town, South Africa has the highest levels of trauma experiences of various kinds, including PTSD, in the country. I would like to be able to travel to areas that have experienced trauma or disaster and give assistance there. I would use coaching and Logotherapeutic techniques. I would focus on finding meaning and meaning making. Mindfulness and meditation would also be included.

Stress reduction techniques would marry very well with the above.

I see this as my future work.  Out of the rain and the dark and into the song.

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