Archive for 2009

 

Sandpaper on Varnish: A Palindrome

Monday, July 6th, 2009
Sandpaper on Varnish: A Palindrome
Enter the self
Beyond the limits imposed by the self
Or others
Mama was wrong
Limits boundaries borders
Fabricated by self-doubt
Mama was wrong
Not the one nurtured for praise
The self is my self
Brewing beneath the surface
Inappropriately exposed
Uncomfortable in the world
Enter the self that is mine
Beyond the limits
Mama was wrong
Cutting and pasting
A cardboard doll
Pasting over the real
Mama was wrong
Paper burns
Paper burns
Mama was wrong
A cardboard doll
Cutting and pasting
Mama was wrong
Beyond the limits
Enter the self that is mine
Uncomfortable in the world
Inappropriately exposed
Brewing beneath the surface
The self is my self
Not the one nurtured for praise
Mama was wrong
Fabricated by self-doubt
Limits boundaries borders
Mama was wrong
Or others
Beyond the limits imposed by the self
Enter the self

Enter the self
Beyond the limits imposed by the self
Or others
Mama was wrong
Limits boundaries borders
Fabricated by self-doubt
Mama was wrong
Not the one nurtured for praise
The self is my self
Brewing beneath the surface
Inappropriately exposed
Uncomfortable in the world
Enter the self that is mine
Beyond the limits
Mama was wrong
Cutting and pasting
A cardboard doll
Pasting over the real
Mama was wrong
Paper burns

Paper burns
Mama was wrong
A cardboard doll
Cutting and pasting
Mama was wrong
Beyond the limits
Enter the self that is mine
Uncomfortable in the world
Inappropriately exposed
Brewing beneath the surface
The self is my self
Not the one nurtured for praise
Mama was wrong
Fabricated by self-doubt
Limits boundaries borders
Mama was wrong
Or others
Beyond the limits imposed by the self
Enter the self

Dancing on a leash

Monday, July 6th, 2009

Dancing on a leash

Upside down

Moving like melted chocolate

Life and soul

Rooted in the air

Upside down

Dance if no one is watching

Fall if no one is there

To catch


Transient lives

Monday, July 6th, 2009

A friend has left. He has emigrated. He reached a stage of his life … call it the mid-life drama thing … that has forced him to confront priorities in his life. Or maybe he has been stuck for so long thinking he has time to change/shake things up a bit and he now feels he is running out of time. It’s the right decision … except for all those he is leaving behind.

This world is changing so quickly that we have to keep redefining ourselves. This is often tricky as we can, as a result, fall out of synch with those around us, so we have to move fast when the urge takes us. It’s hard to take the path less travelled; it’s hard to have to justify certain decisions to all those around you … so we end up making these decisions – possibly years too late – when we can blame them on something like a mid-life crisis.

I’m going to miss him and his wife and will live with the thought that I probably took them for granted … believing they would always be around: around when we all came out of the early childminding fug; around to pick up where we left off pre being too damn busy to make enough effort; around to be the role model for my child. I didn’t quite grasp the impact his leaving would have until my child ran up to him to say goodbye and hugged him so tightly that I wondered if he would ever let go.

Don’t go to Deli Delish

Sunday, July 5th, 2009

Since posting ‘Babychinos’ I took my child there and, besides not being able to finish my revolting chai latte, they charged me R9 for my child’s spoonful of frothed milk. I complained to the owner who looked down her nose at me and told me it was standard. So I don’t go back there because I have already proved the contrary. The most consistently good service I get when out with my child is from the owner and staff at Liquorice and Lime in Tamboerskloof, Cape Town.

Vein Life

Saturday, July 4th, 2009

Gnarled and dry roughly thrusting outwards

Play umbilical chords

Lifeless detached not rooted

Strangled by mother’s nature force

My unstrummed brothers gave me life

Gnarled and dry roughly thrusting outwards

Smothered by the chord that bound them

She severed herself from the tree

Lifeless detached not rooted

Dead roots. Dead weight.

Not connected to this earth

Gnarled and dry roughly thrusting outwards

Shrivelled with memories of love

Some notes die so others may live

Lifeless detached not rooted

Just a girl

Brought life by boys who died?

Gnarled and dry roughly thrusting outwards

Lifeless detached not rooted

Many mountains. I am

Friday, July 3rd, 2009

Thirsty roots suck life from earth

Rain that falls seeps through my veins

I lift my feet, pull up, resist the ground

The water creeps,

dilutes me, cuts me, makes me weak,

porous. I am rooted in water, and air

that rises gives life to plants, gives none to me

I shrivel. Close the gaps where darkness forms

Set loose through cracks, the barefoot hippy

freefalls, catches rainbows, leaps and springs

with yelps on jagged rocks beneath

I catch the birds and set the water free

I am old. I am wise. I am high

I am all the flowers and the trees. They are me

I am unpredictable. I am power. I am many

Penny, you are seen by all.

But you are things no one can see.

Babychinos

Friday, July 3rd, 2009

I found myself sitting in the coffee shop with a chai latte watching my child sip on his spoonful of warm milk topped with another spoonful of frothed milk (what we call a babychino), wondering how I was going to broach the subject of having the piffling amount of five rand taken off the bill. But they didn’t charge and I know I can now go back there often. Call me cheap but, in times like these, you just have to tighten up wherever you can.

This was at the Woolworths café in Cavendish Square, Cape Town. The other great adult spots in Cape Town where you can take your kids when you are in need of a bit of R&R are: Olympia Café, Kalk Bay; NAP and Deli Delish, Hout Bay; Vida Cafés in Greenpoint and Canal Walk (I know the Waterfront one charges the same as an extra coffee shot for a spoonful of froth); Liquorice and Lime, Tamboerskloof.

But if you want real R&R and you can handle the outdoors no matter the weather, pack a flask of your favourite brew, a few fresh-baked croissants from Kwikspar and head down to the playground next to the Greenpoint lighthouse. It’s fun, fresh and totally free … that is if the ice-cream man doesn’t rock up.

Reflections in the Dark

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

karmic chanting in time with my mind’s breathing … in, 2, 3, 4

I sit on the edge of my emotions … hold, 2, 3, 4

in lotus pose, holding up the sky… out, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

forget the cat, the child and superman

breathing to the beat of my mind, I cannot stop

… hold 2 … relax

terror, agitation, anger

fermenting, festering, feverish

I am soda water

bottled under pressure

bubbling emotions force their way

up my throat, my neck, my consciousness

my mind wide open

my top is snapped off, it bleeds

down shaky knees

and the mountain loses its pose

I fall through mind’s eye

down into the abyss, my demons’ lair

of fudge-sweet smells and burning incense

I explode on impact, and then expand

filling every gap, crack and cave

I gaze, I see, I am the eyes of my fear

I shift and move, melt and meld … in, 2, 3, 4

dissolve in fear of god … hold, 2, 3, 4

I am everywhere

I am everything

it is gone, it is over, I have found

inner pieces of the mirror … out, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

when I look closer at the depth of my fear, I see

there are no demons in here

… hold 2 …

there is just Me

relax.

THUD

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

The music sounds heavy

as my heart

thumping to the drums

the stamping of the feet

on my heart

heavy, burdened, tired

beating away at my life

The music sounds heavy

like the beat

of a butterfly’s wings

flapping slower and slower

drift and beat

lifeless and weightless

to the ground below

The music dies

… down


Sleepover – all three and a half years of him

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

I sent him for his very first sleepover when my husband was also away so I could have a night of total freedom from responsibility. But the following morning, after waking up to meditate and then climbing back into bed with a cup of tea and a meringue-frosted cupcake, I found myself pacing the house with nothing I would rather do but go and fetch him so we could have a bit of fun together. I actually missed him. It was quite a shock.

After all those evenings out and days when I went to work … when I would leave the house, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white and, with racing heart and quickened breath, round the corner out of Hout Bay on two wheels, shrieking and hollering about being free … I’ve reached a point of freedom that doesn’t require being away from my child. Maybe it’s because he became more of a human, or maybe it’s because I did, but I actually love being around him. When I go out, I look forward to getting back home to cuddle his sleeping form and feel his warm breath on my cheek when I kiss him goodnight and, when I go to work, I look forward to the light relief of rolling on the lawn with him when I get home.

Sure, I still enjoy my times away from him, but I am now confident that I will always return.

CONTAINED

Monday, June 29th, 2009
Within the curved
shadows, trapped in matted grass
clumps clods earth mound root
jagged wood and ragged rock
sunk in thirsty mud
a flower trapped
curved funnel
opened towards the sky
pointed tongue
licking wanting consuming
Within the curved shadows,
trapped in matted grass
clumps clods earth mound root
jagged wood and ragged rock
there lies a secret
sworn silence
fork of tongue
from sleeping serpent
speak the ghastly truth
of time that was
Within the curved shadows, trapped
in matted grass
clumps clods earth mound root
jagged wood and ragged rock
a million lives
on curving pathways
a lurking labyrinth
leading to the edge
of poisoned time
contained within the curve

Within the curved
shadows, trapped in matted grass
clumps clods earth mound root
jagged wood and ragged rock
sunk in thirsty mud
a flower trapped
curved funnel
opened towards the sky
pointed tongue
licking wanting consuming

Within the curved shadows,
trapped in matted grass
clumps clods earth mound root
jagged wood and ragged rock
there lies a secret
sworn silence
fork of tongue
from sleeping serpent
speak the ghastly truth
of time that was

Within the curved shadows, trapped
in matted grass
clumps clods earth mound root
jagged wood and ragged rock
a million lives
on curving pathways
a lurking labyrinth
leading to the edge
of poisoned time
contained within the curve

Moontides

Monday, June 29th, 2009

I spend a lot of time and energy damning the disposable nappy and giving people every conceivable reason to be using terrycloth … and here I am totally oblivious (well, not so oblivious anymore, I suppose) to the harmful effects to my own body, not to mention the damaging effects on the environment caused by a similarly harmful product: the sanitary towel.

I need feedback please. Anyone used a Mooncup or Miacup? This is the little plastic goblet that replaces the need to use tampons and Sanitary towels. It looks easy enough to use … but I don’t actually know anyone who has every tried one out and would love to hear a few ‘reviews’ before I rush out and buy one.

For those who have never heard of these things, look at the following pages:

http://www.miacup.co.za/index.php

http://www.mooncup.com/

http://www.mooncup.co.uk/

Copper top

Thursday, June 25th, 2009

The last few years have come with more change than I have been able to deal with, but on Sunday morning I woke up and I decided I needed more. I didn’t realise just how much of a change I was going to get. It seems every time things in my life are unsettled, I either change my hair or get a tattoo. Thankfully I have changed my hair a lot and only have the one tattoo … but, considering the current shade of my hair, I think the tattoo will get my vote next time.

Procreating out of boredom?

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

I thought I had heard it all. Apparently not. I met a woman at the party of a friend of my child’s. She has two children, both boys, and they are at an age that they are playing with each other and therefore no longer need their mum to play with them. She is bored and feels this is a great reason to have another baby: to keep her busy again. I can’t claim to understand the urge to keep procreating, but this just seemed odd.

Some women have babies because they don’t want to work any more, some women have babies to keep their husbands happy, some women have babies to keep their families and friends happy, some have them because they just think it’s the thing to do. There are all sorts of reasons to have but seemingly little reason not to.

Well, here’s your first list: reasons not to have a baby

  1. Do I need to mention the carbon footprint issue again?
  2. Unless you’re single already, there’s a very big chance you will end up that way.
  3. Your childless friends can’t identify with you anymore.
  4. You can’t indentify with you anymore.
  5. You have to go to school events and be nice to everyone.
  6. Certain considerations need to be given to any kind of sexual activity in the house (although I believe this is reversed in the teenage years).
  7. Quiet contemplation has to be done at 4.30 in the morning to beat the wake-up call.
  8. Snot.
  9. Vomit.
  10. Every time your child is away from you it feels like you have allowed your heart to go walkabout and you will never survive if it doesn’t return.

Conception may be quicker than a trip to the mall to check out the latest offerings by designers but it seems it is treated with less value than adding the latest trend to ones wardrobe. Having a baby is the defining moment to begin a rollercoaster of defining moments for decades to come … how then can having a child be based on a selfish need such as a desire to be kept busy? Normality is as foreign a concept to me as it is to anyone else … but, come on!

Lists

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

I have been told that readers of blogs like lists. Personally I prefer stories or anecdotes to lists but still, I need to ponder what kind of a list a parenting blog would benefit from. I could give you a list of the best parenting websites I have found, the best environmental websites (although these have the same benefit and cover similar values currently as the parenting ones), the best restaurants to take children, the best clothing stores, the most successful meals, TV shows, movies, books.

Are you even remotely interested in all this stuff? Perhaps? I’ll give it a go if you give me some feedback to let me know if I am hitting the right spot.