Here is a little story about personal growth. Can you identify with this?
Life is not fair. When you are ostracised, judged, criticised, scorned, avoided, circumvented, ignored, mocked, derided, gossiped about, spurned, shunned, snubbed, rebuffed, or even politely side-stepped, despite being honourable, loyal, honest, non-judgemental, clean-living, empathetic, kind, generous, tireless in doing the right thing ... it hurts. It hurts more than it hurts those who do none … Continue reading Life Is Not Fair
If you feel the need to compete for someone's love, or buy your way into people's lives, wait and see what happens when you have nothing left to bargain with. If you choose friends by what they have, rather than who they are on the inside, wait and see what happens when your … Continue reading Love And Friendship Without Strings
This month marks the thirtieth anniversary of when I left my beloved Africa, to come to the United Kingdom, embarking on a journey whose road I could not see before me. It has been one heck of a ride.
The original version of this particular blog post, “Life is worth mastering”, was published in February 2015 (twenty three years after leaving Britain at short notice, due to the death by suicide of my husband’s eldest brother, returning again to live in the UK in 2006). This post has been reblogged by others, for which I am immensely surprised and grateful. I thank all for the tremendous support that my words have received.
Here it is again …
Blessings and love,
The piece below was written upon waking this morning, Tuesday 17th February 2015, and flowed from my pen as I allowed the words to ‘write’ themselves. The thoughts come from my own experience of life, and my own journey, but the flow of words was not controlled. I simply allowed them to be, just as I am learning to do.
This year marks the thirtieth anniversary of my arrival in Great Britain, home of my ancestors, from the country of my own birth, South Africa. This month, February, marks the anniversary of the sudden and tragic death of my brother-in-law, an event which catapulted me to Australia, as a young bride twenty three years ago. Nine years ago, I returned to the United Kingdom once more, older, a little wiser and with a family of my own. This month, and this year, each hold enormous significance for me personally, as do several other…
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IF ... In The Strongest Terms If a man is not prepared to recognise the massive contributions made by his spouse to their combined family, and is not prepared to walk to the ends of the earth to do what is necessary to support her, then that man is not worth his salt and … Continue reading IF … In The Strongest Terms
A few months ago, I was down in Winchester to attend a couple of events at Winchester College and found a little time for myself on the Saturday morning, anonymous and alone amongst the many inhabitants and visitors to the town. Feeling tired and fairly tender on the day, I decided to take myself on foot to … Continue reading Quiet Time In Winchester Cathedral
Judging And Loving Don't judge that which you cannot understand, For only fools do that. Don't judge the one whose shoes you've not walked in, Unless you know that you could walk his path. Don't judge others, For while you point one finger, three are pointing back at you. Don't sit around chewing over the … Continue reading Judging And Loving
Today. Now. This is Life. Your time is your Life. Life is Now. Today. Not tomorrow. Now. While you have it, make it count. Now. Today. Today is all any of us has. ~ : ~ Holly x
If your life is all about striving, you will never be satisfied. If your life is all about being, even while you are striving, you can always be real and you can always be satisfied. With love, Holly x
To my darling brother, Whom I have known for fifty years today, A message that is on my heart to share with you, On your special birthday far away ... I am not sure how to write this, nor how to best begin, and so am going to pretend that we are in the … Continue reading A Letter To My Brother