What is a bookshelf other than a treasure chest for the mind…

So, I decided enough was enough. Continuous staring and pondering whether to read it or not reached its limits I mean with such a bright turquoise blue cover, with bright bold letters, shouting the title at you, the decision to read or not to read had to be tackled. This book has been sitting on my book shelf for months now, in fact its possibly years now… As I have no idea when I purchased this book or where I purchased it. In fact, it’s safe to say I have no idea which city I was in at the time.

It made the short trip to Richard’s Bay and back at the beginning of this year, and scary enough, it’s possible it made the trip 5 years ago, when I moved from Cape Town back to Joburg. That’s how ridiculous this is that I haven’t even read the first page.

So, last night I removed it from the shelf still fully intact, no scratches or doggy ear bends and no scrap of paper or book mark falling out of where I last read to. No, this book was still shiny and new, as if I bought it yesterday. Its turquoise cover looking soft and more inviting, the 600+ pages that once intimidated me, I now felt the eagerness to get stuck in. I bend back the pages lightly so I can breathe in the ink pages… totally the girl who smells every piece of paper I touch, glossy magazines being my favourite.

Holding the book in both hands excited at the anticipation of the impact this book Will have on my life. But… where will I get time to read it? No no can’t let the tired excuse of having no time stop me now. In any case its pure torture staring at unread books, sitting on my shelf, my little OCD in my life.

It was time to tackle this hindrance in my life and start putting into action what the title screams from its cover and probably first page…

Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff by Richard Carlson.

I’m dead serious!

I have absolutely no idea what attracted me to the book in the first place. I don’t do self helps, you’re the only one who knows you, how can a stranger who doesn’t know of your existence, help?

Then I thought back and wondered at what point in my life would I have bought this particular book, self-help on how to not stress about the little things in life.

Blank. Zip. Nada. Nothing.

Then I realise what difference does it make. Stress is part of our lives and on the increase. Ways to destress our lives are advertised and published in almost every magazine and daily on our radios and TVs. Physical activity, holidays, diet, glass of wine, etc. etc. etc. I always said show me how to not stress about things and I will gladly learn. So maybe this was it, all the little ways and guidelines, all compacted into this turquoise blue cover book, all there for me to learn.

Chapter 1 : Don’t sweat the small stuff…

I don’t know how long it will take and if I Will finish it. I guess I’m just glad I’m finally getting around to reading again.

My love for books forever.


What we know…

what we know is…

Love is a paradox of happiness, heartache and the injustice of our hearts loving and living.

I call upon anyone out there who loves with a heart filled with nothing but love. It’s alot harder then you dream of or anticipate.  Its all up to you.

If you believe in you if you believe in love, then no matter what life throws you its love.

I can honestly say… Love is the answer love is the key. It’s the depth of recognition…it’s the depths of someone loving you, without nothing but having everything. It’s the start to the end.

We all dwell on the happily ever after but it happens to the person you commit to for the rest of your life. Thats why the girls and boys who met at school and still together..I love you and admire you.

To those who meet later on, learn, love, beyond intrigued by their differences…no matter how long it takes…no one is perfect. It’s the willingness to make it work.

I love you.


Come visit me again.

Come visit me again
Where the stars cascade like waterfalls off the milky way
Where the planets aline for the Sun’s approval
And the nights so beautiful they without resistance replace the day

Come visit me again
Where the kelidescope of colors not fitting for a rainbow
Collide In cosmic dreams and manifestations of trash polka
Where the sounds of majestic tunes of ebb and flow
Ring through the darkness a guidance of glow

So when you visit me again
Our hearts will know the universe had spoken
The majestic lights the cosmic tune will ring true
And the past, present and future will be as one
Because we will know nothing else matters but us.