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Daily Post | Gone with the Windfall | Mom’s Rose Cottage

Gone with the Windfall | Mom’s Rose Cottage

You just inherited $1,000,000 from an aunt you didn’t even know existed. What’s the first thing you buy (or otherwise use the money for)?

I would buy my Mom this cottage:

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Longing for Gravity | The Mars Configuration | Space Bones and a Longing that Will Never End

Longing for Gravity | The Mars Configuration | Space Bones and a Longing that Will Never End

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You are on a mission to Mars. Because of the length of the journey, you will never be able to return to Earth. What about our blue planet will you miss the most?

I am already feeling the effect of space bones. I am becoming long and elongated, oh how I wish for gravity. Since it only takes 300 days to get to Mars, I know that this is no mission. This is a forced removal. An optimal launch has been made, when the Earth and Mars opposition is around 55,000,000 km. This can’t be good, it can only mean the worst, my mind flips through horrifying possibilities. Just like Sam on the Moon and his AI GERTY, am I too, to be cloned for some helium 3 or other mineral mining? Will some shadow of me toil away for an unscrupulous organisation, or will some AI of me toil away amongst the Mars heavy metals? I know no human can survive the ionising radiation of the Martian surface, nor the overall total configuration of Mars. I contemplate the configuration of the human mind that can conceive of depriving others of liberties, cold-heartedly manipulating life as if objects. How I will miss the inter-connectedness of all life on Earth, even though the Earthly deterioration is close to a cataclysmic implosion. Goodbye blue planet, goodbye loves, goodbye all that has made life meaningful. Whatever happens, as I write this know that my loves have been true, I will always feel everything, smell everything, touch everything, know everything, in a longing that will never end.

The Daily Post | Unsafe Containers | Anger

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Unsafe Containers | Anger

Which emotion(s) — joy, envy, rage, pity, or something else — do you find to be the hardest to contain?

When looking at anger as a negative emotion, we need to think whether it is beneficial. Even if it may be natural, it is important to examine it and see it’s qualities. It involves exaggerating negative qualities, or projecting such negative qualities onto a person or object, that may not be there. It also creates negative karma for us, which will bring more suffering. Further, it obscures the mind, preventing clear realisations. For these reasons amongst others, it is important to be mindful and realise when anger arises, and to try not to react out of anger. This requires discipline and needs to be done each time anger arises. As one does this, one becomes less likely to react in anger. One establishes a habit of not reacting in an angry way. In this way we become much more skillful in our interactions with others. One could say that patience is a good antidote to anger.  So when feeling anger arising, we can teach ourselves to stop and wait.

 

Weekly Writing Challenge | List Lesson | Things I Remember

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List Lesson | Things I Remember

This week, girl in the hat writer Anna Fonté challenges you to write a list that transcends its orderly or numbered format.

I Remember:

…steam train whistles, rhythmic clacking, coal in the eye

…farm boys in tight shorts and ‘veldskoens’ in the brittle Karoo, epitomising a strange and unknown masculinity

…gamboling lambs with long tails

…walking out of the High Court sun on my face

…a shoe lost in a puddle of semi-frozen frost

…a moment of transcendence, eddy of water in a smiling round

…the moments of birth, new, tiny, perfect, brilliant flashes of light and possibility, unspeakable and breathtaking, tears in the eyes

…the grey crisp dawn and scalding chai tea

…numb hands and frozen water pipes

…the moment of meeting after many years lost

…moments of possibility, those one could miss if not paying attention

…the breath of a child on my face

…baby feet moving like creatures from a precious world, all emotive

…cats, dogs and birds and animals precious companions enriching life

…unspoken breathless undoings

…the eyes of a lover, limpid with unambiguous desire

…sitting crossed legged receiving teachings in India, grateful, blessed

…simple things in loving moments

…crystal forms perfection

…the men I have noticed, the ones with the particular blend of nuances that speak to me with a silvery cord, a unique alchemy

…the soft transparent skin on the hands of older people I have loved

…the heart pangs of both love and loss

…the joy and sensory delight of just baked bread

…the eyes and hands of connection

…moments of stillness and AHA realisations, coming fully formed without thought

…the peace and liberation of acceptance

…reaching the high place of a waterfall

…dreams and hope made manifest

…Ouma’s prescience and the birds with a message

…crisp white sheets and billowing mosquito nets

…kintsugi and the history of broken things, embracing flaws and imperfections, embracing change.

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Tell us Your Story | Reflections | Smell of Acceptance

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Daily Post: Nosey Delights – The Smell of Acceptance

I am linking here to an earlier post which fits exactly with today’s prompt.

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Tell us your story. Tell us about a journey — whether a physical trip you took, or an emotional one.

Ouma, tiny in stature, warm, loving, kind. I can smell the cooking from the minuscule, can’t turn around kitchen. The smell of acceptance and safety. I remember seeing her, I did not know it would be the last, fragile, yearning to go to her place in the heavens, (a deeply religious soul).

“…en ek sal in die huis van die HERE bly in lengte van dae.” (Psalm 23 – I will stay in the house of the Lord for the length of days).

Staring at the coffin, my heart constricts, fluid pouring from my eyes and nose, I wonder why it does not come out of my ears, I feel I am dying myself. It felt like the end, end of a home, a place of safety, an unconditional love. I felt I would never know such a place again. Not so much a place but an attitude. Years later I see her and feel her and I miss her, my grandfather, I miss him, (man of few words, teddy bear of a person, shrouded in pipe smoke, kind), wishing them well in whatever rebirth they have taken. Both my grandparents, down to earth, uncontrived. I have not met such people again. They were innocents in a complex manipulative world. Thank you Ouma and Oupa for your heartfulness. Life really only offers a few such opportunities if we are lucky. Lady luck, turn your gaze on me now.

Ouma and Oupa standing, first and second on the right.

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Sign outside the cemetery, isn’t life ironic?

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Oupa: 21-10-1900 to 01-09-1985, Ouma: 05-01-1902 to 26-08-1999.

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