Today. I don’t believe in coincidence these days. I have opened myself up to the possibility that I am a piece in something greater than myself. Since this has happened, so many random meetings, “bump-ins” and strange happenings have occurred. I have met such awesome characters over the last month or so all relating to exactly what I want to do with my life and every single one of them realize the importance of community and doing something greater than the limited self. Today started with a coffee meet-up with Kath and we had such an amazing morning chatting about God , purpose and life. It was inspirational and I felt myself open up even more to the endless possibilities that can come from the impossible. She really helps me see things in a clear perspective and shared an idea about the “spiritual family” which resonates so strongly with me and she does feel like family. Then later on today, I met some really amazing passionate characters who share the same ideals and ideas that I do, and the one thing we all have in common- MAKING A DIFFERENCE. we all believe that our crazy “accidental” meeting was no accident. There is a purpose if we choose to look. Yes, cynicism is so easy. I have tricked myself into a cynical mindset a thousand times because it’s easier to believe in a doomed reality than to work hard at actually trying to change that reality, because for some reason we have fooled ourselves into believing we can’t make a difference. I think if ever there was an era where we can make a difference, it is this one. We have accessibility and we have tools, an at the end of the day it isn’t what you do, BUT HOW YOU DO IT. I love this image because it is such a mystery, such as life. One big darn mystery.
The reader I once loved
Thought to much about thinking
And felt nothing for feeling
I was angry with words for a long time after you
When I spoke them they were filled with resentment
The words that took the place of your feelings
But mostly the words you could never say. Great pic by @leroycroft 😊 words by me 😳 and that’s me on a roof somewhere in randburg 😊
My boots feel so heavy
Someone threw stones in them when I wasn’t looking.
The type by Sarah Kay
If you grow up the type of woman men want to look at,
You can let them look at you.
But do not mistake eyes for hands,
Or windows for mirrors.
Let them see what a woman looks like.
They may not have ever seen one before.
If you grow up the type of woman men want to touch,
You can let them touch you.
Sometimes it is not you they are reaching for.
Sometimes it is a bottle, a door, a sandwich, a Pulitzer, another woman
But their hands found you first.
Do not mistake yourself for a guardian, or a muse, or a promise, or a victim or a snack.
You are a woman -
Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat
You are not made of metaphors,
Not apologies, not excuses.
If you grow up the type of woman men want to hold,
You can let them hold you.
All day they practice keeping their bodies upright.
Even after all this evolving it still feels unnatural,
Still strains the muscles, holds firm the arms and spine.
Only some men will want to learn what it feels like to curl themselves into a question mark around you,
Admit they don’t have the answers they thought they would by now.
Some men will want to hold you like the answer.
You are not the answer.
You are not the problem.
You are not the poem, or the punchline, or the riddle, or the joke.
Woman, if you grow up the type of woman men want to love,
You can let them love you.
Being loved is not the same thing as loving.
When you fall in love,
It is discovering the ocean after years of puddle jumping.
It is realising you have hands.
It is reaching for the tightrope after the crowds have all gone home.
Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of woman men will hurt.
If he leaves you with a car alarm heart.
You learn to sing along.
It is hard to stop loving the ocean,
Even after it’s left you gasping, salty.
So forgive yourself for the decisions you’ve made,
The ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night,
And know this.
Know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours.
Let the statues crumble.
You have always been the place.
You are a woman who can build it yourself.
You are born to build
Climbing roofs at #JamStudios #latergram
Underrated Iger Alert! Just found @caitlin_vb gallery and I love it :) found it because she used some of my writing as captions for her imagery which fits so perfectly :) thanks @caitlin_vb your gallery is great 👌
Future Leadership at its best ☺️ Mr Sibiya everyone.
Long day in the studio :) now chill time with my Mommy 😊
The Bassist 2/3 #undertheinfluenceband (at Jam Studios)
The Bassist 3/3 #undertheinfluenceband (at Jam Studios )
It’s strange to drink something older than you 😳
"You are defined by your patience when you are nobody
And your attitude when you are somebody” . I love this picture by @reynon1999 , I had to edit it 😊 I enjoyed what he did with one of my pics a couple weeks back. Check it out 😝