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Shine On Maya Angelou.

30 May
Maya Angelou quote

Maya Angelou quote

The moment I learnt of Maya Angelou’s death, I firstly felt sad for Oprah and imagined what kind of gaping loss she must be feeling for her mentor, fairy godmother and phenomenal woman friend. Then I got the prickles all over me, a reminder from the heavens that Maya is still shining, influencing, guiding and spreading her wisdom, all be it in a new way.

Obama said “Her death has dimmed one of the brightest lights of our time.” He added: “A childhood of suffering and abuse actually drove her to stop speaking, but the voice she found helped generations of Americans find their rainbow amidst the clouds, and inspired the rest of us to be our best selves.”

How many of us live with such bravery and conviction? How many of us live passionately on purpose, courageously sharing the kind of wisdom that may guide or positively influence the lives of many? I am going to remember her life as a glorious gift worthy of great celebration.

“She lived a life as a teacher, activist, artist and human being. She was a warrior for equality, tolerance and peace,” her son, Guy B Johnson said.

Maya’s many sayings, which I always imagine her reading out loud in that gorgeous deep, calming voice of hers, not only drive me to be a rainbow in someone else’s cloud, but they colourfully smear themselves into the essence of who I am and what I am here to do, and I am forever grateful for her paving the way for me, and all of us, who believe we can make a difference.

As Maya once said “Just do right.”

Unhappy Endings. My Goodbye To Charlotte Dawson.

24 Feb

When I attended my school reunion, I found out that the boy who taunted me for a whole year when I was 12, was secretly in love with me. It wasn’t until my mum stepped in and told him that I could use my Judo skills to waste him, that he stopped.

Bullies like to bring down those who they see or experience as a threat to them. If they can’t have what you have, whether that be a kind heart, a gorgeous body, a particular talent, a life in the public eye, fame or fortune, then you may become their target. If you reject them or answer back, it’s likely to subject you to relentless hounding, and increase the attacks and abuse. If you go head to head with them and overly stand up for yourself or shame them, there’s a chance that you can get misunderstood more, targeted all over again for new reasons by a whole new set of people, or be labelled as “intense” “trouble” or told you “bring in on yourself.” It can even lose you friends who don’t want to hear your story. I am passionate about this subject and apologize in advance if my post is too long and comes off a bit like a political speech! I was invited to share my views on the news, but I couldn’t physically make it to the city, so this is my attempt to raise awareness of adult bullying.

Most people might find it difficult to understand what it must have felt like for Charlotte to have had her spirit consciously crushed by a collective bunch of anonymously cloaked bullies, some perhaps with sociopathic tendencies. When someone chips away at someone else’s tower of strength over and over, brick by brick, they are in essence willing them to crumble. How does someone take pleasure in that and sleep soundly at night? When the bullies take the next step and gather their army of supporters and push forward with bulldozers, it can fill bystanders with fear. If others speak up on your behalf, they can be next on the hit list. This can further isolate a vulnerable target. Imagine Rapunzel Continue reading

Thanksgiving.

29 Nov

I give thanks for love, family, nature, angels, friends, magic, Giggles the pig and opportunities. What do you give thanks for?

Never Ever Dull My Sparkle.

16 Jun
Credit to artist Evan Heasman - Soju Shots. This is his princess.

Credit to artist Evan Heasman – Soju Shots. This is his princess.

In the middle of a cold wet winter day, hauling in our olive harvest, dressed in drenched rags, full of the flu, I heard myself asking the angels for a miracle, a way out of unfortunate circumstances, a way back to my sparkle.

I usually like to sit in the Cinderella story as either the fairy godmother who helps others see their brilliance and potential, or as the bejewelled sparkling girl at the ball, feeling proud of my own accomplishments. I am not at all comfortable being Continue reading

Finding Beauty.

30 Nov

Golden light fills the clouds and turns them the colour of toffee.  I feel a gentle breeze stirring and I’m thankful that for an early evening in autumn it’s still warm enough to sit outside. I catch a glimpse of how the early snow sits, like tears in wrinkles on the blackened mountain ranges that today seem closer. A mower drones on in the yard next door as a plastic bag dances in a unexpected puff of wind marching in from the south.

toffee sunset-photo by Greg Keith

I take a moment to capture the blessings this ever-changing landscape offers. It never fails to entertain and delight me in the simplest of ways.

The scent of a roasting chicken reaches my nostrils and I giggle. It drives our vegetarian son out of the house muttering something about his saliva daring to threaten his new found beliefs.

I place my hand on my heart and take it all in, this richness of color, this Continue reading