My dad Paul and his twin brother Dave van der Spuy are interviewed @ Speedway Cafe. It’s amazing to see the place jamming — originally a dream of theirs for years and years, and with all the crazy setbacks I was beginning to wonder if it would ever happen. But one thing I know about

“I’ve seen the eye of God and been touched by her hand. I’ve seen miracles happen and been disappointed dozens of times. I’ve been almost everywhere, met almost everyone, seen almost everything, done almost all of it, and I’m still waiting to be discovered. The night has a thousand eyes and I’m a gypsy dancer

If you can take it from a woman who learned this the hard way 2 times now….treading silently along the old haunt of my early path, I can feel you there, I can hear your confusion.

It’s been one thing after another the past few months and I’ve been trying to figure out what’s going on and just keep my head above water. I cant figure out why I’m being hit with so many storms at once with such an intense duration and increasing momentum.

Virginia Satir came to write this poem when she was working with an angry fifteen-year-old girl who had a lot of questions about herself and what life meant.

Thank you for your unfailing love, support, understanding and generally putting up with me for WAY longer than either of us ever expected. Thank you for ALWAYS making me feel welcome and at home in your home. Thank you for putting your arms around me on the many rainy days and getting wet with me

I need a jolt from a lightning bolt! So an invite from Dragon arrived just in time. Time to let my hair tumble down, let off loads of pent up steam. Run around in the desert sun in flip flops, dance every bit of energy out of this frantic, aching, loving body all through the

Two published posts now, made in the last week, lost to the interweb. I used the old WordPress for iPhone app for both of them. Guess its time to upgrade…

by Patricia Wellingham-Jones She carried a pinch of his ashes from the Santa Cruz Mountains to Kilimanjaro. Through several security checks the ashes rode in a sealed plastic bag stowed in her purse, tucked under her pillow, carried up the mountain in her bra. Released at the top to the harsh winds of Africa the

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