A couple of days ago I posted Liz Murray’s story, ‘Homeless to Harvard’ and today I discovered our very own South Africa ‘homeless to TV star’ story.
Marietjie Bothma, was abandoned as a baby, then adopted by a family who didn’t treat her so well. She spent 2 years homeless on the streets of Johannesburg before starting her TV and MC career.
It’s stories like these that remind me how resilient we really are and most of all, I remember that we ALL have a choice. It’s knowing we have a choice that can sometimes be harder to remember.
And just because I can, here’s the “KING PIE” advertisement that is guaranteed to make you smile.
In last night’s yoga class I promised to find some good “basic 3 poses” video’s to share with a student whose relatively new to yoga. To my surprise it took some time but I eventually found all three in one video by a teacher I rate as one of the best I have ever ever learnt from Seane Corn, love when that happens. As a side note it usually drives me mad when I open a website only hear music but you might want to pop over to Seane’s site just for the music, it’s great!
Back to the three poses — chaturanga, upward dog and downward dog, the three poses that link together the vinyasa flow series. Mastering these poses helps us develop our strength and deepens our experience to yoga and more importantly to ourselves.
I also promised to share some simple meditations. Tara Brach has a variety that are worth taking a look at. The shortest is 10 minutes.
I came across THIS article that lead me to this TED talk below, in which Liz shares a beautiful story about Ben. A 3 year old boy who has cancer in both eyes and whose mother makes the decision to remove them and still inspire her son to see with all the other parts of him. Liz goes on to talk about possibility and the idea of falling in love with possibility in our lives at any age or stage.
That TED then lead me to this 3 min clip
and finally that lead me to reminding myself that I can only Focus on what I can control.
It’s a consistant thought in my mind, the idea of what is it inside of us that refuses to label ourselves as Victims.
A powerful reminder that a New moment IS a New Opportunity.
From this moment on I will never use the words ‘i am fine’ again, EVER!
This reminded me of when I decided not to use BUT again, EVER. I’d read this book that talked about how incredibly powerful BUT was at eliminating everything you’d just said. Like, “I am sorry BUT…..”. There is no way sorry and BUT can be in the same sentence and you really mean it, no way.
So this morning I watched a video that reminded me of my need to eliminate BUT and add the word FINE to the list of “I will never use that word again, EVER”.
In my own life there is no question I am fully in the “i am fine” whirlpool right now. I know what I need to do or at least try to do yet I find ways, new ways daily, on how NOT to do the work. So, this is my way of committing to myself and making my life count.
Thank you and Lydia Lee for posting the video onto your facebook page.
I was inspired to think deeply yesterday about how my sharing my truth feels to me.
Actually, the person that ignited this stream of thinking had sent me an email about all the pain and suffering we seem to turn a blind eye to and how she has had enough of others living unauthentic lives and how she wonders why so many of us humans stay married, stay in our churches, families and just plain unhappy environments resulting never really feeling authentic.
For me what I am trying to remind myself of daily is that I only have myself to keep being authentic to and about. The suffering in me lessens, really, it does, lessen AND it makes the suffering outside of me feel more bearable AND the more honest I am to me, the more the people who actually want to change or be authentic stick around and the rest are silent or angry. In my family situation this has had made me deeply sad BUT, also, with a very surprising advantage.
This type of silence has resulted in my feeling far more authentic with my own being. At least I know where I stand, and I no longer have to pretend around them and they no longer have to pretend around me.
As a result I feel more authentic.
People often used to ask me “where do you come from?” It didn’t matter if I was living in New York City, LA, London, Estoril or Bali, that question was always asked of me. I wonder how much that question effected my own search for the feeling I now have of belonging?
After 2.5 years of living back “home” this is what I have learnt:
1) Home can equal a variety of options, it can be places, people, feelings and it can even be unrelated to my family of birth. I had a sense of this always but I never felt it viscerally till I started speaking my truth and noticing who was left to be home with me.
2) It can be a feeling, a feeling that runs deep and cannot be explained only felt.
The number of people living in countries other than their own is over 220 000 000 million.
We are in the #Ageofmovement and I’m excited to learn how this type of integration develops.
Our recent trip to the Douro valley introduced us to Crushing grapes by foot. I never actually did it but took a pic of William and Andrea Schnoor hard at work.
It was interesting to learn that crushing the grapes is a labour-intensive (e.g., expensive) method of making wine and is used infrequently today. However, it is used to some extent in the Douro region of Portugal in the production of quality Port wines.
In addition, many smaller, quality vintners in France, Italy, and other countries still crush red grapes by foot. Using this process to crush grapes is believed to produce a better quality product than can be obtained by mechanical crushing.
Thanks to Quinta de la Rosa and Sophia for this memorable stay.
Many years ago now, almost 10, I was sitting in my office overlooking the statue of liberty knowing I needed to find my place of belonging. I quit my job and decided to commit 100% to this adventure. A while back I heard an interview with Sue Monk Kidd saying words that articulate this journey I did not know I had embarked on at that time. ‘A home sickness for your real home’.
For me that translated into finally coming back to live in the Country of my birth, South Africa.
What I learnt is that what brings us alive is what we should follow and that we will need a good dose of Courage.
The Courage = to Fail
The Courage to ask question’s, especially those questions you don’t think you should ask.
The Courage to set the intention and announce it cause that’s the only way to make it happen.
Maya Angelo said,
It only takes 3 things to be a write;
1) you gotta have something to say
2) you gotta have the ability to say it
3) you gotta have the courage to say it at all.
Thats the hardest one, not just the courage to voice ourselves but to find and share the truth of our soul and not the truth of what we think people want to hear.
It’s a paradox to get comfortable living with with the uncertainties. And I have to keep reminding myself and prompting myself to reconnect with this place of belonging that I feel within myself.
Remembering that what we pay attention to becomes our god.
Here’s a short 2min excerpt that I found of that interview online.
A wonderful 16 min story of a man who is planting trees in order to save his island.
Earlier this year there was a youtube video making it’s rounds with strangers meeting for the first time and kissing. Now the same producer has released one with strangers getting undressed and in to bed together.
I grew up feeling that I had to hide my body. Wearing clothes that covered me up totally, were mostly baggy or big for me and even though I was very aware of fashion I never showed off my figure let alone my flesh.
This type of video reminds me of what I’ve had to teach myself over and over again. We are ultimately all the same, yes, some colours, sizes, preferences might alter but when it comes down to being naked humans, we really are the same all over the world. As Joanne Wilson said in her blog post, this is some kind of Brilliant.
and incase you missed it, below is the video of strangers having a first kiss