Do You Remember...

                                                    Ane Brun _Do You Remember

This song makes my soul dance through the pain of it.

How brilliantly she moves me into two contrasting emotions at the same time.

Oh Ane!

a Life worth Living.

I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift. 

 ___Shauna Niequist

Each One, Pull One

Each One 

                  pull One back 

into the Sun.

Each one must pull one.  Alice Walker 

Light.

This little light of mine.

“Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.”
 
― Anne Frank

It all fades to black and white

Some things have the incredible power to toss you up in the air, turn you from rage to sadness and back to rage again in a matter of minutes. This happens almost instinctively often when I confront race or even race issues. This brilliant piece of TV took me on an emotional ride I often try hard to suppress. Confronting the realities of the state of  (South Africa) my home country is always an emotional experience filled with questions and very complex answers that linger in my mind and weigh heavy on my soul.

Often, I’m accused of being too obsessed with race. "Not everything is Black and White, Nolundi". Somehow people find it hard to relate social reality with race and|or race relations. It seems it is always some horror of the past somewhere else, never here. Yet where i come from and in places that hide it, it permeates every aspect of social reality and too often and painfully a lot of it determines the destiny for a black boy and girl.

To the writers, producers and the makers of the episode, Salute.

Press Play.

Emeli Sandé                  

We listened to this song twenty eight times in Milan. This song will always remind me of Sibulele and Machaka, champagne, the greatest pizza on earth and the hotel on the corner of the east side of Milan.