.........so I'm back .... with my storytelling ......I'm evolving all the time ... rapidly ... when i started blogging ...... i was a different individual ....... in the midst of a shaded forest , high green trees , no sunlight , so i blogged about my reality , yes , my reality , my material reality ..........which is , me ... not in denial about that ...........since then ........iv started a philosophical journey , which i have come to realise has no end ........it cant .....else i would stagnate ............and that i cant afford , for myself......
......iv decided to just blog my daily thoughts .......and the obsessive thinker that i am , always has myriads of thoughts fighting for space in my brain ....amidst looking after four keedos .......i need a daily outlet ............
SO .......yesterday , we ventured out into High School Open Days ....... i will have my two eldest keedos foraying into this new world next year ....Parktown Girls High ..........for Nabeela , my daughter , was our first school to visit
i was captivated ! .......i am an individual who takes in everything , all of the time ... as i am blogging this now , I'm walking through the school gates
Tall red brick buildings ..........an aura of history , great vision , literature , permeated the air for me
Excited , i think , i was , more than Nabeela , my daughter , for whom we were school scouting........
Long corridors .......... i could almost hear hymn singing ........Peering into the most interesting subject rooms ........with now technologically challenging names ........being out of school for 22 years ......was evident ..........biology is now natural sciences , history is social sciences ........and so forth ......
it indeed is amazing , French as a second or a third language , equestrian sports ..............
the smell of books .........oh ! how i love and have always loved , since i was just a little girl , equally ...the musty smell of the yellowed with age , pages of an old book .........or the brand new smell of crisp new pages , with a shiny cover .........these books were my life , my friends ........my escapism ........i spent hours upon hours at the public libraries ........perusing through fiction and non fiction .........i could not get enough ......and my dear dad indulged me so .... every Sunday morning ........he would take me to the CNA and let me choose a book ..........my love for words , their beauty , their depth emanated from that exposure.......
walking through the buildings of the school .....that smell of books and academia permeated the air so thick ..i felt like breathing it in again ..........all for myself ...........
getting back to Nabeela .........she potters around in the kitchen , much because of her little brothers insistent demands of her making snacks for them daily .........i see she doesn't take to it well .......
so today , the family gathered around the breakfast island ...chatting like we always do ..........i asked her to remember the beautiful Art Centre that we visited at the school . I asked her to visualise one particular piece that she loved
........it was an oil canvas painting , using mediums of oil paints in peacock colours , oil pastels with some charcoal sketching almost making it three dimensional ...........a fabulous piece ,,,,,,,,,,, a true work of art ... a beautiful self creation , an expression of an individual just like her .........
i assimilated cooking in a like mannered way toward her ........talking to her ... but my boys were silent , ears pricked ......they were enjoying this too............
for arguments sake , i used a simple example , an egg .Eating an egg , simply prepared , would give one sustenance , yes ........but that's it
lets take that egg , Nabeela , whisk it .........lets make an omelette today
........we will add red onions ........cheddar , gouda and feta cheese , chilli , peppers and for some fine indulgence ..
..lets add some slivered pieces of Scottish salmon .......
imagine Nabeela , each taste sensation , each mouthful is going to bring to you ................
.you Will feel pride
a humbled pride , of your own creation......
and the intention of having that family conversation , was not that of the cooking .... it was that of a mother talking to a daughter and her three sons ...........about LIFE ............i believe my keedos understood it all ...........
A LIFE LESSON ..........i believe in this obsessively
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,don't waste your time doing anything for the sake of it .......you will do it with mediocrity
.....................do it with real PASSION and DEPTH .............
most importantly ,
do it for for YOURSELF ........
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.............you will touch the STARS ..............my keedos .........................
