Samson, maybe?

I’ve started writing some cameos of people I meet in every day life, who stay with me when I leave. First there was Elizabeth, today is Samson… I met a man. He was driving a small forklift for pallets at a warehouse where I often go to collect things, though I’d not seen him before.…

Elizabeth

I was driving over the mountain (Ou Kaapse) in endless Cape Town drizzle & gave an elderly woman on the corner a lift. (I don’t often stop like this but my Mr. does, especially in the rain, & I was inspired by him.) The lovely tannie I met was Elizabeth. Friendly & content she chatters to…

Freedom From Funny

I’m thinking a lot about my age at the moment, maybe you can tell. Not in a sad way, or even a nostalgic way, heck it’s not even nearly my birthday. I’m just thinking. “Your twenties are for learning, your thirties are for earning” they say – um, yes please 30’s! I’m going to write…

Evening

There was a moment, earlier, when I looked out the window at a patch of evening sky between the trees. After a long, but good, and somewhat emotional day, my mind was uncharacteristically blank. The sun is setting earlier as summer wanes & I was grateful to get home before dark. As the light sank…