The Age of Pharaohs

So have we or have we not lived before? That is the question, this time around... So yes, surely I was an Egyptian Princess? Does my newest dog, Pinky, not remind me regularly of this possible connection by just being herself, so Regal, so fast and so affectionate? My thoughts turn to meeting the classical concert pianist, Sylvia Schulman Benatar. Surely it is no coincidence that she is living on a farm in Swellendam, surrounded by Egyptan Arab horses? My name means "Lover of Horses" and although only thus far I have enquired about the horse manure, available at R10 a bag, it surely will not be long before I am "back in the saddle". Thanks Shakira for being you, for singing the "Waka Waka" at our FIFA World Cup Soccer spectacle here in South Africa... and the words of the song echo in my mind - "You're a good soldier, choosing your battles, pick yourself up, dust yourself off & back in the saddle".

I have watched quite a number of Shakira Waka Waka video on UTube and even posted a video response. That one now is not even available for viewing in the my country - the country she sang it in. This is the link to the live performance Shakira did in Johannesburg at the opening ceremoney. It is so magnificent I will try to post the link here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRDgVGHB6eM
The embed code has also been disabled - unfortunately. If my link doesn't work, try going to Google and looking up UTube Shakira Waka Waka (This Time For Africa)
I have posted a video response, i.e. Insane Outsane by Johannes Basson with a picture clip video of pics I recently took, staying at Bagatelle Stud Farm, Stanford. Yes, the farm is still for sale if anyone is interested in purchasing it... start talking at R7.5 million and you may just have a deal. Let me know. I am not difficult to find :-)

Alright, now back to the reason I started blogging here today - I wrote a bit of my book the other day.. the one entitled "Rivers of Love, Life and Something Else"
Perhaps to a new post? OK

A fishy tale...

Thank you for the rainbows, I hope you liked the Snoek... :-)

Calling You from the Light Side of the Moon...

In the alchemy of Nature... the call of the Blue Crane, its "kraak, kraak, kraak", combined with the light of the moon, is merely a manifestation of the love I feel... where is this love you may ask, well, I heard that it is deep inside of me and that I only feel it when it is coming out of me! The Blue Crane pair call out to others of the same ilk, just to let them know that they are there, this is their spot and you better not come too near! Courtesy amongst Blue Cranes will ensure respectful distances are kept. Ok, so why am I prattling on about Blue Cranes and love? Well, BC's are a large part of my life and as a believer in love myself, I can do nought but love BC's. For sure, they don't always liked to be loved and appreciated so much, I mean, heck, they are an endangered species, the National bird of South Africa and delightful to encounter, but they like to be left alone to simply do what BC's do. Then there is my special BC, the key to ensuring the longevity of www.stanfordbirding.co.za

DoG One It... Witblitz or Wine?

In the Synchronicity of Life where I am...

All is perfect, whole and complete... and life goes on and on or around and around or again and again. Or does it just stop somewhere at no predetermined spot? I think not... I know not... I may even be a frayed knot, but what the heck, I'll give you a peck and from Lena's meeting in Switzerland, which I shall never forget or remember, because I wasn't actually there, I give you the only English from this Swiss Crystal Child, with love Donnerstag 25.10.07 What is luck? What is love? Where is luck? Where is love? It’s in a job It’s in richness It’s in being free It’s in having a familiy It’s in having a partner It’s in having sex It’s in being beautiful It’s in being successful It’s in being healthy No It’s in me I am love I am luck I am paradise We are looking the whole life for happiness. We are looking everywhere. We are running around, try to catch the perfect partner. We are working so hard, trying to be successful trying to get rich…. But it is so near. It’s in us. Everything is in us. I am paradise I am my dream It’s nowhere outside It’s in me I am paradise I am my dream ~ When I attended the Dynamics of Personal Leadership course, held at JHIsaacs in Cape Town in the late 80's, we unanimously came to the conclusion that the most suitable acronym for LUCK would be Labour Under Correct Knowledge. Love on the other hand, I knew would be a bit trickier. In almost every high school diary I wrote and rewrote an affirmation (didn't know about them in those days) that fascinated me. It goes as follows: Love is a feeling hard to explain, it tickles the heart and fucks up the brain. Oh boy, did that lead to some manifestation of a rather tricky kind! However, it's mind over matter - you don't mind and I don't matter, or vice versa. Perhaps when we mind, we matter? What do you think? I am my dream, are you?

Above and BeBlonde - the Call of Duty

You know, there I was walking up Queen Victoria Street with Van, when all of a sudden, there was an Almighty splash...
Ok, now you know I'm only joking, but the truth of the matter is my needs are always met. I regularly forget this, and that's probably because I keep falling through the time-warp. When I manage to collect up my energy from wherever I have left it and get back into present time, hey presto, it all comes back to me.
Anyway, so there was Van, standing on the stoep of his technology office, at 7 Queen Victoria Street, wondering how on earth he was going to manage to assist this blonde damsel, in distress about her lack of a water hose and connection gadget.
The well-oiled gears of his mind clicked, almost audibly, into gear, rummaged through the filing cabinets of his mind... click cd:\ home://swimming pool/carstens.html click-click.
D'you know who might be able to help you? Cassie Carstens, he's usually not in town, but I've got his number...
And then, VOILA! There Cassie appeared, walking towards Van, bang on time. Van almost fell over and when he regained his balance and lifted his jaw off the sidewalk, he asked Cassie, quite nonchalantly, if he might help me with my hose gadget dilemma.
Sure, says Cassie, I'll drop it off just now.



Half a litre of caffeine and 5 cigarettes later, Van saunters back up Queen Vic from his corner on the steop at the Stanford Gallery Art Cafe. The blonde damsel, sill laughing at his jokes, is no longer distressed and he is, for now anyway, King of Stanford.
The aforementioned hose and gadget are proudly loaded into the blonde's farm bakkie and Van stands there, transfixed, as the blonde smiles and waves goodbye.

Mystic Knot

OK, I surrender already, again! I have been really busy with Stanford Birding and popped onto my pc to check emails again. I have 207 unread emails just in my Astrology folder - well, to be honest, there just hasn't been time for indulging in that sort of mind game. To cut a long story short, I noticed some new stuff about feng shui and it's spot on stuff.

This is my Mystic Knot.

I thought of putting it onto my healing blog, but somehow got distracted and thought it time to post something here. I had to have a giggle to myself when I noticed the last entry was exactly a year ago. The planets must be coming into alignment or something. Anyway, all I want to do now is go sit with Sir and watch TV and serve up my toad-in-the-hole!

Perhaps if I got my Facebook Faerie to sprinkle some magic love dust, who knows what kind of alchemy may manifest??