Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
This weekend turned out to be nothing like the plan we had. This WAS the plan:
Head out on Friday night to a good surveillance spot and eavesdrop on a major band playing in the city. We had planned picnic baskets, wine, friends, a great view and a sunset (no, we didn’t plan that, it’s a bonus that was thrown in).
Saturday was going to be spending the vouchers My Man received for great work last year at a glitzy mall not too far from us.
Sunday was church and heading out to braai at my brothers place and celebrate his birthday with him.
What we got was our 'grown-up-but-still-at-home-daughter’ being told she has glandular fever. Suddenly all the weekend festivities and outings took a back seat and mom-mode set in. She is so seldom sick and I, like every mom, don’t enjoy seeing her suffer.
Monday, February 14, 2011
We were just married, no occasion, he just surprised me with them and my response was “What did you do?”. It was then he realized that perhaps I was not the most romantic chick on the planet. I asked him to please rather go with me to the nursery and buy a flowering shrub that we would both like and would last forever.
So what happens on Valentines Day? No prizes for realizing that we don’t *do* Valentines Day. We never have. Actually, I lie, we tried to *do* it about 5 years ago, my man booked a table at our then favourite restaurant.
So, instead of spending outrageous amounts of cash on ridiculous teddies, jewellery, chocolates and flowers for one day of the year, we prefer to be romantic in other ways every day – we’ll hang out together, chat over a glass of wine while cooking, sometimes I write little notes and stick them in his lunchbox, he will often buy a chocolate and hide it under my pillow for bedtime, we still hold hands, we phone each other during the day and I still have to tell him that I am putting the phone down or we would both still say “You put down”, we do everything we can together; and this is true of chores and fun stuff. He is my best friend.
I know that none of this sounds romantic – but to me it’s the everyday things that we do in our relationships that show our love and not the amount of money we spend once a year.
So tonight, there is no special dinner reservation, definitely no flowers, maybe chocolate, but only because its one of the things we do anyway... but I am looking forward to spending the evening with my man, perhaps heading to the beach for a glass of wine, and knowing that I must be the luckiest girl in the world.
(PS. This is not in anyway meant to throw cold water on your Valentines Day - It's merely how we choose not to spend it. Whatever you do to celebrate it - enjoy it! :o))
Saturday, February 12, 2011
So, long story short. I think I buy a magazine now. It’s the PnP Travel Mag, I have subscribed to their newsletter with ‘earlybird discounts’. There is a whole world of beautiful places and interesting people to see and to meet.
Tonight, I find myself home alone for a few hours, a time to dream and to plan.
I foresee many adventures - and among them another visit to beautiful Turkey.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
I am still thinking about this statement from my last post.
- Why is culture so important?
- What defines the culture of my country? Does it reflect me?
- Does having more than one culture in a nation affect it?
- Does the world as a whole have a 'culture' - Does it change? If so, why?
- What I am considering most is, if we are Christ followers, what is it that defines our culture as his people?
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
I’m not entirely sure why I keep watching it since it’s not exactly a ‘feel good’ movie. It will make you cry, it will make you laugh, it will make you think, it will make you re-evaluate and it will hopefully not leave you the way you were before you encountered it.
For those of you who have not seen it – it’s the true story of the Lost Boys of the Sudan. The story of how an entire generation of 13yr old and younger children had to flee, parentless, from the Sudan during the war. About 27 000 children left Sudan and when reaching Kenya some years later, roughly 12 000 survived. 13 year old child leaders had to bury the-dead-and-barely-there bodies in shallow graves.
Looking at the bunch of youngsters who had settled in Kenya, although they were often thin, they looked so happy, their faces shone, they danced to music from small radios, they shared everything that they had with one another and they loved being together. These children had formed one large family.
One man, realising the need to keep their spirits up when food was short and times were tough, established “Parliament”. This was the gathering of the people under beautiful trees, where he would sing to them and tell them stories for as long as was needed.
Several of these “Lost Boys” were given the opportunity to move to the USA to make a ‘better life’ for themselves. There are some humorous bits which I will leave for you to find out (I don’t want to give everything away!) They all had to work, which they did faithfully and well.
What blew me away were some of the ‘throw away’ comments:
- A comment about the Christmas Trees: the one remarked that ‘its all very pretty but can someone please tell me what it has to do with the birth of Jesus Christ which is what the celebrations should be about’.
- Another remark that was made was when it was felt that some of them were beginning to lose their identity and beginning to merge into western society and he said “If you don’t have a culture you are not a people” (possibly slightly paraphrased)…
- Another comment: He felt that perhaps God had grown tired of them and that’s why they were suffering so at home.
I think what hit me most was the scene where one of the guys had just finished working and was waiting for his bus home at 02h00. He looked so sad, and reflected that everything was so busy, the work, the people and the city, and he wondered when the family got together. He missed home.
He missed home. He missed the people he loved.
He didn’t think of lack of housing or of food shortages or of the heat...he missed being able to just be with people that he loved.
I can’t tell you exactly how I felt about the movie because I am not sure. I don’t know if it was the right thing for the Boys to go to the USA, although good did come out of it in some of their lives. I don’t know if it made me feel better about my life, or worse.
I don’t know if it made me happy or sad.
I do know that I have changed since watching it and that my heart has been softened even more to the plight of those countries and families torn apart by war. I hope that I will never take the time I have with family and friends for granted and always remember how precious that time is.
I believe too that every opportunity to help others is an opportunity that we should take and not miss.
For the transcript of an interview done with Jon go here.Peace....
Friday, February 4, 2011
Today – I have decided to outdo myself and make him a lovely meal, because I can cook (and cook well) and I am going to make him a delicious pudding to show him how extra sweet I think he is!