Well, I am still in South Africa. I seem to have brought the rain with me, and left nice weather behind in Melbourne, judging from the beach-related Facebook updates.
Voici, le Happy list of Easter:
- Seeing family and old friends. My BFF and I have been friends for 26 years!!!!! And tonight I will be seeing another friend whom I have also known that long. And in the photo below? Girl on the left, ten years, girls on the right, fifteen. Dang, we are all getting old…
- Reconnecting with long-lost friends. My brother and I were sitting around the braai, barbeque for those of you who don’t speak South African, drinking wine and talking about our childhood at Klipwal mine. The name of my best friend from Grade 1 & 2 came up, so I trotted off to Facebook (and no, I don’t have an addiction there) and FOUND HER! And what’s more, she remembers me too! A-maze-ing!
- Good red wine. Bless you, Pam and Leigh, for the heads up on the Diemersfontein Pinotage. MMMMMmmmmm
- Cupcakes. See picture above. Nuff said. The sugar crash has been truly vicious though
- Doing yoga. Of course
- Going to my mom’s yoga class – she rocks! It’s becoming a family business
- Sleep. Still not getting as much as I would like. But the fantasy of enough-ness is comforting
- Easter Sunday lunch at my godparents’ house. Like old times
- Internetz on call. I have only realised how much I like having constant online access now, because I don’t
- The look of complete shock on people’s faces when they find out my age. It’s happened twice in the last two weeks: I witter on about my advancing years, and friends get that squiffy look, then say, but you are so young. Then I tell them I am 34 and watch their jaws drop in slow motion. It’s very entertaining, especially since I am pretty certain that I look my age, just healthy. However, the perceived youth might explain the sudden rush of very young men hitting on me. Bless them, maybe they just can’t tell that I have nine or 10 years on them
- Gem squash. Can’t get them at home. Have been glutting myself on them. Ditto papaya, which, although you can get it, is just not as plentiful as here
- Laying the past to rest. This, I wasn’t anticipating. Not really. But the constant reprisals of What Went Wrong are certainly a great way for me to get any remaining iffyness out of my system. That said, I am over it now. Can we please move along to another topic. Any other topic. Thanks
- Doing Educational Things, like visiting Constitution Hill. I really like that they took bricks from the former jail, and built the constitutional court with them. As the tour guide put it: the possibilities of the future from the difficulties of the past
- Visiting The Space in Rosebank and finding it completely unchanged. It still smells of those awesome vanilla candles that you can’t get anywhere else
- Homesickness. I know this seems an odd thing to put on a happy list, but let me explain: coming back to Joburg could have been very difficult if I had found, once I got here, that I didn’t want to return to Australia, after all the effort it took me to get there and start settling. That hasn’t happened, in fact, just the opposite. I am really really looking forward to going HOME to all those things and people that I miss. Of course, once I get there I will immediately recommence missing everyone here, but that is the choice of a gypsy
- Being included on this list of 100 Incredible Yoga Teachers Who Blog - some illustrious company I find myself in, and it’s going to provide me with hours of blog-reading, I think!
Finalement, a quote:
Don’t turn away. Keep looking at the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you.
- What is lost (yogawithnadine.com)
- Tagged! Ten Random Facts About Me! (yogawithnadine.com)
- Barefoot on Frangipanis: an African childhood (yogawithnadine.com)