Author: Lolla-se-Goete

Hang-goete kan ook mooi wees....

Ek dink nogal nie die lewe was bedoel om so heelemal chaos te wees nie. So afkop-malhoender rondhardloop ter wille van oorlewing.

Maar ek klae nie – ek sê net.

Die week is besig. En effens deurmekaar. Ek beloof, binnekort skryf ek iets met lyf. Iets wat sinmaak en lekkerlees.

Lolla-groete

Ons is 3 susters. Ek is die middelste ene. Die drie van ons het verseker elkeen geite, giere en voorkomste van Pa Van Staden en Ma Dreyer geerf. Maar heng, verskil ons.

We are 3 sisters, me being the middle-child. We certainly have our own ways and attributes, many inherited from Dad Van Staden and Mom Dreyer. But, despite the family traits, we are very very different.

Ek reken, as ons nou reguit en eerlik praat, dat ons drie in die wêreld se oog nie juis die mooiste meisies is nie. Ons het elkeen ons eie onaardighede (soos almal maar). Fotogenies of esteties bevredigend is nou nie hoe ek ons sal beskryf nie. Weet nie wat Ous en Kleinsus se gevoeltes hieroor is nie. Ek sê dit maar soos ek dit dink. Maar dan moet ek ook noem dat ons myns insiens nie heelemal afstootlik is nie. Ons is mooi in ons uniekgeit. Ja – ditsem.

If we are being totally brutally honest, I recon we are not the prettiest of girls. Each with a fair share of less pleasing features. Not sure how my siblings feel about the subject though. On the other hand, completely ugly we are not. We are uniquely pretty.

Daar is baie wat ek kan vertel van ons sister-oomblikke. Baie herinneringe. Goed en minder-goed. Daai is n storie vir ‘n ander dag. Feit is, ek lief en waardeer my sussas. Ons sien mekaar min en leef verskillende lewens. Maar, ek is lief vir hulle. En ek vermoed hulle hou nogal van my ook.

Now, there is much to tell about our sister memories. This could become a different post. Fact is, I love and appreciate my sisters. We don’t see each other often. We live different lives. But I love them. And I think they quite fancy me too.

Ek deel graag een van my heel gunsteling foto’s ooit, van my en Kleinsus baie baaaie jare terug. Êrens langs ‘n dam geneem met ‘n outydse kiekieboks. Was ons nie die cuteste goete nie?

I share one of my most favorite and treasured pictures ever. Me and Sis many many years ago. Taken next to a dam somewhere. Werent we just the cutest things?

Shout-out to my Sisters. And to siblings with siblings, siblings of siblings. A BIG Sibling-Hug.

Busy working at my work-from-home desk. Lots to do. This year my writing is and will remain a priority, for me.

Thus the urge to come and create a little something. To reach out into the world of creativity and connect with like-minded souls. Even if it is brief.

So I thought I would share some of the things which is currently right in front of me, with you. How much can you relate?

Lately I often feel frustrated and “blocked”, struggling to find a comfortable rhythm when writing. So many contributing factors. But giving up is never and option.

For now, that’s me. I will be content with my little creation. I will not question my talents and abilities. And soon, I shall return.

Wednesday-Lolla-Thoughts

If for a moment
You are to be still
And ponder the very true essence 
of your innermost thoughts
and feelings
What would you say
What would you share
How honest can you be
 with yourself 
 with the world

I am happy, content, grateful, truly blessed
I have amazing friends
I love my home and so so many other things
I live a conscious life filled to the brim with intense emotions

I am spoilt with the best of human companionship
I am rich with a caring, compassionate heart.
My house is filled with plants, love and happiness. 

Because I live and feel in extremes, I am also
 Damaged
 Exhausted
 Kinda broken
 In danger of (and very close to) total burnout (back where I was 3 years ago)
 In an ongoing health-whirlpool

For now, that’s all. Take care, have fun and recognize those feelings and thoughts which shapes your reality.

Net ‘n vinnige reminder – JY moet jou drome loop haal. Droom, dan doen.
Drome is nie dinge wat jou kom haal nie – jý hou die leisels van jou drome.
Loop maak jou drome waar!

‘n Waternat Woensdag. Van vroegoggend al lekker bewolk en donker.

Die liggies het ‘n bekoring, nes die klank van die reën wat buite val. Dis amper asof mens die heelal se vibrasies duideliker aanvoel.

My week is stadig, sleepvoet. Kop en lyf is futloos en vuisvoos. Behalwe vir die pyn regdeur my lyf, soos duisende rooimiere wat werskaf voor ‘n ekstra lang hibernasie, is ek van kakebak tot hier diep onder in my onnerste boudspier geknop. ‘n Spasma van olimpiese proporsies. Die dofmoegkop bly mooi en gelukkige gedagtes opgrawe. En tog is hierdie diep-in-my-diepmoeg ‘n taai teenstander.

So, ten spyte van die moeg en die seer is my hart dankbaar en warm. Groot liefde vir die reën en wind. Verbeel ek my dan nou dat ‘n lekker beker tee my hartsnare gaan kielie. Laat ek loop planmaak.