A naartjie (also called mandarin or tangerine) is a small round citrus fruit we usually enjoy in winter. This fruit makes me think of each day we get to live. It has the same amber glow of the rising African sun and each morning, I have no idea if the naartjie in my hand isContinue reading “A lesson from a naartjie”
Tag Archives: #DayDreaming
The power of focus
On a morning run where the birds celebrated the new dawn, I saw a tiny sparrow with a piece of plant material twice his size. He tried to take it somewhere by transporting it with his beak – quite a hefty thing for someone this small. It would have been easy for me to helpContinue reading “The power of focus”
Postponed dreams
I know of a man whose wife died a year before their retirement. And, there is another one who waited for retirement to enjoy holidays in his camper van, but a sudden sickness stole this beautiful dream. With a new year just starting, I think it is a good time to revisit our dreams andContinue reading “Postponed dreams”
Why I am writing?
The first waking moment of the morning is the place where they live. Story seeds slowly grow in my soul to become a lesson for myself before I write it down for mankind. This is not inspiration or daydreaming. It is growth, a memory of what was said to me or what really happened inContinue reading “Why I am writing?”
The sound of your heart ❤️
I was always warned not to daydream too much. I could not stop because this was the way to connect with the song in my heart, that sound that brings joy into my life. Dreaming only, however, is dangerous because I was tempted in doing only that. Planning my dream is the journey to getContinue reading “The sound of your heart ❤️”
My story about a white feather
A solitary white feather had me daydreaming. To whom did this tiny feather belong? Feathers are supposed to keep birds warm. It gives them the ability to fly and makes them unique. But what if this feather didn’t drop from a bird? What if angels do exist and they do have wings? And leave thoseContinue reading “My story about a white feather”
