Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
Excerpt from my journal:9th December 1989 It is 5.00 in the morning and I can’t sleep. I should be grabbing what sleep I can because I’m going to need all my energy today but I am beside myself! This afternoon and evening, as understudy, I am taking over from Kate Normington who is ill, and
Hummmmmmmm………This sound seemed to echo throughout my being as I sat in front of my blank iPad and considered what my next blog would be about.Hummmmmmmm………Why was it that this sound always accompanied me when I am sitting quietly, thinking, considering something important. Hummmmmm…….I could write about my new canine friend, Leah, who shares my
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house….upstairs we cousins were very much awake. Even the caged mouse was behaving as if it was morning. He was zooming round on his wheel, faster and faster and faster. Tomorrow was Christmas!!!!! “I’m going to stay awake until Father Christmas comes and ask him for
Thirty years since I had my 18 metre fall from the State Theatre stage during a performance of Camelot. When I left the hospital, the specialist advised my parents to put me into an institution and forget about me. I would never be able to do anything other than lie on my back staring mindlessly
“For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.” Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene Have you ever lost something? I regularly lose things, particularly my IPad, phone, glasses and keys! Loss causes my emotions to range from frustration, anger, helplessness, despair and a deep sadness. It was utterly ravishing. To my nine year
We cousins were locked upstairs! The gate leading downstairs had been closed, preventing us from entering the lounge. Instead we gazed longingly at the shut door. We all knew what lay behind it. “I heard Father Christmas’s sleigh bells last night,” my baby sister, Megan, said excitedly, “and I woke up this morning and there
There is so much need in the world. I sometimes look at the state of my town and people around me and heave a deep regretful sigh. Mark Booysen also saw the needs of those around him. He too heaved a deep regretful sigh. And decided to do something about it. Mark had been working
Predestination. Karma. Fate. Call it what you will. The Lord smiles as my life rolls in and out of its predestined plan. As a result of my fall from the stage, my life as an actress ended. What do I do now, I thought. Panic and terror about the future engulfed me. It was too much
I arrived in Cape Town for the ‘Argus’! No, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t actually doing it. My sixteen year old nephew, Campbell and my two besties, B and Jans, were participating. My role was to support and cheer them along. The ‘Argus’ or Cape Town Cycle Tour as it is now called, covers
I love this carol. Strangely enough, I am tremendously stirred to hear it sung by a single voice. It somehow makes me truly listen to the words. The words of carols are about peace, love and joy. Every Christmas, year after year, they are sung in different countries, in different languages. And yet how much
