This is crap.  I hate this.  I’m sad.  I’m bitter.

Tomorrow I might wake up feeling different but right now I HATE THIS.

This experience we call life is bombarded with extremes and the way that we react to these extremes almost defines us. After all, what is left in conscious memory is usually related to the peaks and troughs of our experience as we see it and not the mundane bits in between. My current extremes fluctuate between feeling incredibly lucky to be alive and a feeling of utter helplessness. Despite the depth of the later, the feeling does dissipate in time and I have learnt to deal with this by not reacting to it, just acknowledging it without getting caught up in it accelerates the dissipation. It is after all, a reasonable feeling in light of the circumstances. As to the former, I guess we should all acknowledge and be grateful for the ability and opportunity we have for recognition and joy. Take very little for granted!

Apologies for not updating the site for some time. I consider this a good sign as it is indicative I am getting on with my (new) life. There is no doubt that this process of settling will take a few years yet, but as with all things one has to begin somewhere and I feel that I have made a reasonable start. I’m not sure exactly what to report on this blog but can tell you that my pressure sore is history [I am convinced that this was sent to me to enable me to learn patience.. Which I can now confidently define as the inverse of frustration]. Touch wood somebody please. Lesson learnt.

The anniversary braai was exactly as planned-a casual and friendly platform attended by some truly wonderful people. I hope that a good friend of mine doesn’t mind me using her poem to create a clearer picture of Sally’s and my gratitude-

Magic doesn’t fit in boxes
it streams in clouds

flowing with our dreams
not  our control

it is not held in place by our rules and regulations
but in  the trust of our common intentions

a place without boundaries
in a web of shared resources

living in a moment
- never re-gathered
soaring  the edges
on outspread wings

magic doesn’t fit in boxes
it comes from circles of love

The last month has been characterized by World Cup soccer, increasing work hours, embarking on the project of a new house and generally establishing routines. The Tour de France will probably shape the next month as there’s sure to be some avid viewing. Talking of which, Argentina is about to give Germany a good thrashing, so I am off to watch that.

Until next time

Tom