Naweek vreugde- & Inge is "person of the week"

Ronel: hierdie is vir jou wat graag wou weet waarmee ek my Sondag besig gehou het.
Die naweek se "DIY" - ondertoon het reeds 'n rukkie terug begin met Chris wat een van my ma'le se ou stoele begin restoureer het. (Spelling!?)
Sien hier: klaarproduk. (Spyt natuurlik dat ek nie 'n "before" foto geneem het nie)





Die kopstuk vir die bed het toe momentum begin kry en alles is hierdie naweek klaargemaak.
Ek het tot 'n badkamer-rakkie gekry wat al stof begin gaar het op die
"Maria-wil-hê"- lys. "granted" die lys is lank :)


my nuwe kamer ( so voel dit ! )

Die vakansie gaan ons 2 babas ontmoet.
Een is Dylan Deicher ( Duiste baba ) wat einde Mei gebore is.
Dit is wat ek vir Dylan gemaak het.




Mia Katelyn is Vrydag 13de Augustus gebore in Engeland. Ek is nog besig met haar "babygrow"


Dan is daar nog die SA-babas wat ek nog nie gesien het : Inge Grobbelaar (nee Hanekom) se baba dogtertjie Nina.







Al hierdie opwinding natuurlik en die inspirasie glo ek kom van my nuwe energie/ emmertjie krag wat saam met die komende nuwe dekade afgelewer gaan word.











My gunsteling persoon van die week:
Dit gaan 'n nuwe instelling op die Swanepoel-Blog word.

Die treffende trofee gaan aan haar vir:
"the year of YES"
yes to life, yes to self-development and yes to FUN! Inge is my inspirasie.





ok maaitjies,lekker dag verder

tuesday

what a lovely Woman's Day.
Our visitor-visas were granted and ready for collection yesterday.
Heading to town, our thoughts wandered to the new & funky restaurants & nooks which we have not yet been to and my husband took me to Vanilla Restaurant in the trendy Cape Quarter.

Green Point.

The fun & colour and excitement did not end there, as we had a lunch-date with close friends at Seidelberg. What a stunning farm.
De Leuwen jagt is the restaurant's name and there are wine-tasting location and other facilities too.

Lunch turned out to be a long & drawn out pleasurable affair
Seidelberg Chenin Blanc... need I say more...

the consumption stopped at 7pm (in Durbanville) and I feel less than peachy today ...
but it was well worth-it.

Love, Maria

death of a legend

Good morning.

The kind, creative team at Metropolitan gave me the coolest magazine to browse through.
It is a foreign subscription and makes for fantastic reading if you'r not turned on by Balance sheets and control -accounts. (let's not ask why I went and qualified in the field of accounting)



I read this piece in the "comunication arts" May/June edition
a newer link follows below indicated by bold font.

This guy was phenomenal.

Harvey Pekar's been mining the mundane for magic for more than 30 years in his autobiographical American Splendor comics. Now he has teamed with SMITH and four remarkable artists — Tara Seibel, Joseph Remnant, Rick Parker, and Sean Pryor — to create his first ongoing webcomic series. New stories appear every other week, with interviews, creator spotlights, and behind-the-scenes goodies.

— Jeff Newelt, Comics Editor


some more inspirational words albeit in a different slant:
I receive daily words of inspiration courtesy of Iyanla Vanzant and earlier this week, I read this and instantly knew that I had to share it as this week's Be Blessed post. I hope that it inspires you the same way it inspired me. Enjoy!!

The bumblebee’s wings are so thin and its body so big,
it should not be able to fly.
The only problem is, the bee doesn't know that.
- David Lindsay

Most of us do not know what we cannot do until someone tells us.

We are willing to try almost anything, go anywhere, stretch ourselves to the limits in pursuit of our dreams. And then we talk to other people.

We are reminded of how dangerous it may be, how ridiculous it sounds, what a chance we are taking. People have no problem informing us of all the downsides and pitfalls, they cannot see how we will ever reach the goal. They put us in touch with our faults, limitations and habits. They remind us of all the others who didn't make it,

and in vivid detail they tell us why.

They give us warnings, cautions and helpful hints about alternative things we can do.

When they are finished, we have been effectively talked right out of our dreams.

Bumblebees do not talk and neither should we.

If we have a dream we want to come true, the only way to it is through it. We must take a chance, a risk and a leap.

If we believe in ourselves and our ability we will be taught how to fly.

I can do it because I believe I can do it.
Excerpt from:
Acts of Faith
by Iyanla Vanzant

feel it .. it was here

the hole.. emptiness left by the excitement of the world cup... ai toggie
ah well... part of the afterglow is looking at the photos and perhaps going back to Paulaner Brauhaus for another lager?



cheers, ayoba-time, Maria

great tunes

great quotes:

" The problem with communication... is the illusion that it has been accomplished."
George Bernard Shaw.

Great tunes: aking.
Against all odds

Shall we dance across dawn's invitation
while perfumed lullabies stretch inside sleep?
We could gather roses that sparkle light
or sigh by the side of a river's bank,
the choice is entirely up to you, dear.

There are rainbows in full bloom with colour,
soft breezes which linger near warm romance,
perhaps we might breathe in those fragrant scenes
as love swims in the sky in feathered form.

Shall we dance through the day's delicate realm
then slip into dreams as the night arrives?
We could capture some beauty with passion
or watch it roam free in its wild domain,
please let me know what it is you prefer?

There are magical moments in nature,
quiet sensations which twist the spirit,
maybe we can slip through their fine odour
as hearts wrap up desire in silken bows.

Ian Sawicki

travel to an island....

wandering down memory lane..... madagascar....

Saturday-night

I am totally inspired by all the creativity, dare and fun out there
here are a few of the sites you must visit:
http://blissfulb.blogspot.com/

http://homeshoppingspy.wordpress.com

http://wordpress.com/tag/osborne-and-little-garden-grove-fabric/

http://www.2c.com.au/about.cfm

http://www.lanaloustyle.blogspot.com/

write off

April was a bit of a write-off...
very stressful - retrenchments at work
Mom went in for a hip-replacement
friends going through rough & stormy seas
No-bonus declared
I canceled on a friend's wedding invite - flew to JHB - giraffe. impala, elephant, waterbuck, kudu, wilde beest, hippo, foxes, etc etc in Bakubung Bush lodge..
skin packing up and breaking up (out!)
husband working around the clock
not really sure if I'm coming or going
nor where I'm heading

imperfect love

frustration reaching out with calloused hands to
gently touch the loved one
only to hurt them with the
coarse blistery caress
well-intended hug only conveys disappointment and regret
etched into your skin
the broken world
imperfect

how then can you love perfectly
and share your heart's most pure intention
without getting a shard stuck in the others' ?







extract by Anaïs Nin:

"I am floating again. All the facts and all the words, all images, all presages are sweeping over me, mocking each other. The dream! The dream! The dream rings through me like a giant copper bell when I wish to betray it. It brushes by me with bat wings when I open human eyes and seek to live dreamlessly. When human pain has struck me fiercely, when anger has corroded me, I rise, I always rise after the crucifixion, and I am in terror of my ascensions. THE FISSURE IN REALITY. The divine departure. I fall. I fall into darkness after the collision with pain, and after pain the divine departure."

and my favourite sensual inspiration:

March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.
Through fortuity, at this crisis of errant skies,
you reunite the lives of the sea to that of fire,
grey lurchings of the ship of winter
to the form that love carved in the guitar.
O love, O rose soaked by mermaids and spume,
dancing flame that climbs the invisible stairway,
to waken the blood in insomnia’s labyrinth,
so that the waves can complete themselves in the sky,
the sea forget its cargoes and rages,
and the world fall into darkness’s nets.

Pablo Neruda



how I wish this release
with you
for you and to you
how I yearn for this beauty to fracture your
glass cage
and let loose the
naturally
wild
animal which
you were meant
to
be



For him, from me

Love poem

two hearts which beat as one?
impossible
two thumb prints cannot perfectly meet
in absolute synchronicity
which you
aspire to
on your wedding day

Only to find the smallest difference
sets you further apart than
north from south
on your road
to
realisation
that all you have

is an attempt
a human
broken attempt
at meeting in the middle

but the road you walk on is cobbled with
trust and will
and determination

and the walking-stick: blind faith
that you'll get there



Maria

Rumi and Pablo Neruda

man searching for spiritual treasure
could not find it, so he was praying.

A voice inside said,
“You were given the intuition to shoot an arrow
and then dig where it landed,
but you shot with all your archery skill!
You were told to draw the bow
with only a fraction of your ability.”

What you are looking for
is nearer than the big vein
on your neck! Let the arrow drop.

Don’t exhaust yourself like the philosophers,
who strain to shoot the high arcs
of their thought-arrows.
The more skill you use, the farther you’ll be
from what your deepest love wants.

~ RUMI


another gem:

Absence I have scarcely left you When you go in me, crystalline, Or trembling, Or uneasy, wounded by me Or overwhelmed with love, as when your eyes Close upon the gift of life That without cease I give you. My love, We have found each other Thirsty and we have Drunk up all the water and the Blood, We found each other Hungry And we bit each other As fire bites, Leaving wounds in us. But wait for me, Keep for me your sweetness. I will give you too A rose. Pablo Neruda

Monday - night

"If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come." -Chinese proverb

I have found this gem on Oriah Mountain Dreamer's blog.

xxx

poems for him

You are my emergency kit
you are my pleasure
You are my longing and my
sustenance
and my joy

M

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like a slowly sad smouldering cole
like the whisp of a match
that was lit
a couple
of
seconds
ago


Maria Swanepoel


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I love you quietly
subtly
evenly
like bloodflow
constant
warm
life-giving

decision-tree deluxe !!!

happy thoughts

broken barriers
blissful beauty
bondage and release
but
night comes
and starts to sing for
me

inspired by Rilke

My dierbare draf-maaitjie het hierdie oulike"Happy-thoughts" lysie gemaak vandag- toe ek bietjie af was:
kyk net hoe oulik !!!!

"bambi…wit tulpe……kombers en boek onder groot koelteboom in die lente…travelling…sjampanje en goeie geselskap…poetry…franse musiek…warm somers aande met krieke in die agtergrond…thai cooking lesse…art exhibitions in klein ateljees in ‘n hoekie van die stad…rooiwyn en cabaret…mooi foto’s…urban klere… Kamersvol op Lourensford…


nuwe polo…top biling…
pekanneut kaaskoek…
jou blog "

Inge- you rock babes!

one day two days three days

Poem for him

where there is love and coffee... and
laughter


and the food is burnt and so is my fingertips
and it doesn't hurt

The weeks are such neat little boxes
Each bow-tied, with myriad moments and stings and songs

The boxes stack up quickly.
when you blink- you have a pyramid of 7.
What are we building and do we like/ endorse the end-product?

life... and death

The previous two poems were an attempt to make sense of a tragic and sudden fatal sky-diving accident of a Paarl-lady in her 30's.
She is leaving two young boys behind. Lorenzo and Luca.

It made me think... what we leave behind... our legacy.
the lingering smell of our personality

May this be a special time of Love, with Valentines' now an after-thought, of love in all its forms and flavours.