Monday, 31 December 2012

The Gate of the Year

On a not so depressing note: Here is the poem my English teacher, Mrs T gave me for twenty-thirteen. It is something I hold onto.

The Gate of the Year

And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year:
“Give me a light, that I may tread safely into the unknown!”
And he replied:
“Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God.
That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”

So, I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night
And He led me toward the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.

So, heart, be still!
What need our little life,
Our human life, to know,
If God hath comprehension?
In all the dizzy strife
Of things both high and low
God hideth His intention.

- M.L. Haskins


XOXO

What's the date today?

9:00am
Right now I am trying my very best to stay positive. But as I’m paging through the Elle – which is an activity that usually inspires me – I read about S.A.’s creative minds, leading bloggers and insane style reporters. I feel so tiny. I have three-thousand blog views as apposed to What’s-her-names’ twenty-seven-thousand. How will I ever reach my goals when there is already numerous creative giants roaming the streets of South Africa. In my head the 'What if’s' are overshadowing any possibility of hope.

12:00am
Then again maybe all I need is a paradigm shift. Maybe these creative giants aren’t there to stomp on my dreams, but they are there to pave the way, to inspire, to lead. Maybe my job is to stay true to the little creative dream inside of me.

3:00pm
Its raining. We rushed to the neighbour’s farm after hearing that their house is burning down. “Wian start the car! Berna lock the doors!” were my Mom’s strict orders. When we got there it was a false alarm. The house was fine, it was just a pile of scraps and junk outside of the house that was on fire. All the farmers from the district were buzzing over the not-so-ordinary-day in their farming lives.
We got back and I decided I’d make the best of this storm. I wrapped the camera in a plastic bag, and went off into the storm. Yap, I’m taking pictures in the rain. Hearing the thunder and seeing the lightning all around me gave me a strange rush of excitement.

9:00pm
My previous New Years were spent in town. Fireworks overhead & in the far distance - in fact - there were fireworks all around. The smell of braaivleis lingered in the air.
This year my New Years is being spent at home. The only lights above me is by room light. The smell of braaivleis is absent. In it’s place is the smell of – oh wait! – I can’t smell anything because I have flu. Needles to say this year I’m not feeling the it.

Friday, 28 December 2012

Happy Holidays!
















These photos capture my memories perfectly. On the 24th we had a Chinese braai on our farm in the garage. It was so much fun getting ready for it, and the result was a beautiful night to remember. The next day we had a day in the woods. Nothing except trees surrounding us. I had a lovely time... More than that I can not say. For some reason my words just run out these days...
Happy Holidays
XXX

Monday, 3 December 2012

Tussen die veld blommetjies...



This is Ouma Alma's dress that she wore in the 1900's. 
I remember when I was younger I use to play with it, parading around the house, feeling like a princess; although to the eyes of others it seemed as if I was drowning in the dress. 
I grew up and forgot about the silly old dress-up box in which the dress was kept. While spring cleaning I found it and I marveled at it's vintage elegance. I immediately put it on and the person facing me in the mirror was no little girl, in fact it was a woman who 'owned' the dress...











Sunday, 2 December 2012

My 'studio'



I've changed my room to create more space to be inspired :) The result? A little 'studio'... hey we all have to start somewhere right?

Faith

Now that I'm home everyday and not just 3 days a week, i realize i have not been so in touch with what has been happening here. Its been tough. To get down to the point: The development of our farm and our life in general is being held back by the land-claim. It has been going on for years now and honestly I'm gatvol (there's no better word to describe what I'm feeling).

When i spoke to my dad this morning we agreed on the fact that even though we don't know when and how the land-claim will be settled, and even though we don't have the money to further this farm, we have to start planning and living as if we do. Faith is a word that i believe is used way to often. But I said that i think this is what faith is... Not waiting for money to do something, but waiting for God to do something. Its so natural to look for money and worldly things, and then to measure our success to what we own, but there's a much deeper source of success.

My word are failing me, so here is the essence of what I'm trying - so desperately - to say:
   
Habakuk 3:17-18 
 
Al sou die vyeboom nie bot nie en daar geen druiwe aan die wingerde wees nie, al sou die olyfoes misluk en die lande geen oes lewer nie, al sou daar geen kleinvee in die kampe meer wees nie en die beeskrale sonder beeste wees, nogtans sal ek in die Here jubel, sal ek juig in God, my Redder. Die Here my God gee vir my krag. Hy maak my voete soos dié van 'n ribbok, op hoë plekke laat Hy my veilig loop.

English:
Though the fig tree does not bud  and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen  and no cattle in the stalls, 18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord,  I will be joyful in God my Savior.