The Lord’s Prayer

20 Dae

Die woorde vorm en borrel tot op my tong net om met ‘n sug tot niks te kom.  26 letters wat my koggel agter die oneindige flikker van die wyser op die skerm.

Dit is vandag presies 20slapies dan mag ek bietjie huis toe. Weskus toe. Na my mense toe. Na lag toe. Na songebakte warm seesand en seelug wat ryk is aan ‘n eiesoortige sout-bamboesreuk.

Na mense wat sommer by die agterdeur instap en koffie soek of wat met sononder langs jou op die stoep sit met ‘n glasie rooi en die dag se einde sonder woorde afsluit.

Vroegoggend se chaos van te veel mense met te min warm water. ‘n Koor van stemme wat toast soek as jy dit waag in die kombuis. Kinderstemme wat skril jil as jy lui soos ‘n huiskat in die middagson lê en boeklees.

Luidrugtige bure wat sommer van hulle balkon na joune roep : “Môre buurvrou! Kom drink jy tee?” en jy wat op dieselfde trant antwoord.

Harde stemme om ‘n vuur wat gelyk praat oor drie verskillende onderwerpe. Vars hotnotsvis sommer so van sy ma gaar gemaak en kreef wat geduldig wag vir vingers om dit te breek vir die kosbare lekker in die binnekant. Alles vandag uitgehaal vir vandag. Wat ons nie kan eet word weggegee, want dit is hoe jy dit doen. Nog altyd.

Ek het my mense nodig soos ek hulle nog nooit nodig gehad het nie.

Dit is vandag presies 20slapies voor ek mag huis toe gaan.

Hallo – Ek is

Hallo, my naam is Vlooi en ek like krimismusiek. Erg.

Van die Canadian Tenors tot Scotty McCreery het my dat ek sit en bobblehead en lustig sit en sing saam met die iPod. Natuurlik tot groot vermaak van almal wat my beluister deur my toe glasdeur kantoor 😆

Van gewyde sielskrismismusiek wat jou oë laat toegaan in stille gebed tot lekker kitch-commercial-krimis-blêrmusiek werk vir my.

Sharing is Caring en vandag share ek ‘n stukkie lawwe krimismusiek.

Elke dag sê ek dankie vir een ietsie. Niks meer niks minder.

Vandag se dankie is dat ek soos ‘n lawwe kind voluit kon jaag op ‘n scooter terwyl die wind sing en my menswees onthou dat elke asemteug ‘n geskenk is.

how to be alone

Somtyds kruis iets so treffend jou pad dat dit jou uit jou stilte dwing

Somtyds hoef jy nie woorde te hê om te praat nie

HOW TO BE ALONE by Tanya Davis

If you are at first lonely, be patient. If you’ve not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren’t okay with it, then just wait. You’ll find it’s fine to be alone once you’re embracing it.

We could start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library. Where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books. You’re not supposed to talk much anyway so it’s safe there.

There’s also the gym. If you’re shy you could hang out with yourself in mirrors, you could put headphones in (guitar stroke).

And there’s public transportation, because we all gotta go places.

And there’s prayer and meditation. No one will think less if you’re hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.

Start simple. Things you may have previously (electric guitar plucking) based on your avoid being alone principals.

The lunch counter. Where you will be surrounded by chow-downers. Employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town and so they — like you — will be alone.

Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.

When you are comfortable with eat lunch and run, take yourself out for dinner. A restaurant with linen and silverware. You’re no less intriguing a person when you’re eating solo dessert to cleaning the whipped cream from the dish with your finger. In fact some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.

Go to the movies. Where it is dark and soothing. Alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.
And then, take yourself out dancing to a club where no one knows you. Stand on the outside of the floor till the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one’s watching…because, they’re probably not. And, if they are, assume it is with best of human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats is, after all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you’re sweating, and beads of perspiration remind you of life’s best things, down your back like a brook of blessings.

Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you.
Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, there’re always statues to talk to and benches made for sitting give strangers a shared existence if only for a minute and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversations you get in by sitting alone on benches might’ve never happened had you not been there by yourself

Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. but lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.

You could stand, swathed by groups and mobs or hold hands with your partner, look both further and farther for the endless quest for company. But no one’s in your head and by the time you translate your thoughts, some essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept.

Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those sappy slogans from preschool over to high school’s groaning were tokens for holding the lonely at bay. Cuz if you’re happy in your head than solitude is blessed and alone is okay.

It’s okay if no one believes like you. All experience is unique, no one has the same synapses, can’t think like you, for this be releived, keeps things interesting lifes magic things in reach.

And it doesn’t mean you’re not connected, that communitie’s not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it. take silence and respect it. if you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it. if your family doesn’t get you, or religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it.

you could be in an instant surrounded if you needed it
If your heart is bleeding make the best of it
There is heat in freezing, be a testament.