Month: November 2014

When the only choice you have is ‘You don’t have a choice!”

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Double the colours - double the blessings
Rainbows and more rainbows

Just when I’m about to give up, my guardian angel sent messages of hope to me.

Psalm 37:4

Take delight in the Lord,
and he will give you your heart’s desires.

So onward I go.

Never say die

Love and Light give guidance.

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I know I’m blessed.

Perceptions – Reality ( A pictorial of life’s unanswered questions)

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Taken Nov, 14 2014
The original shot of a sun setting over the Westdene in Johannesburg. Taken with a Smart Kicker Voda Phone.

When words fail me, when all I have are open questions with infinite answers for me to ponder I turn to images… I turn to nature. I turn to Creation for direction and I turn inwards for confirmation. Like the weather and the seasons, change within is constant. But where am I now? Where will I find an end? Is there an end…? #why

Edited Nov, 14 2014
Painted filter and extras…
To test the perceived beauty of things, the reality of them.
Snowy haze filter and others... The second coming of beauty. Is its beauty real? Is it not natural if it was born in the minds eye?
Snowy haze filter and others…
The second coming of beauty. Is its beauty real? Is it not natural if it was born in the minds eye?
Edited Nov, 14 2014
Warm soft vintage filter and others…
Does the clarity to which we see things make them any less real? Do the hues we see speak less to the spirit if they were not seen by the flesh?

Street art diaries

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Found this the other day.

Thought I’d show love and share with everyone.

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For the love of graffiti.

#DailyPrompt – Life is too short to not explore the layers of love

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I’ve always known that I love fiercely.

My most cherished memory of first love is that of my mother. I remember loving her; admiring her sense of dress, her skin, her hair, her laugh, her eyes… I remember wanting to be every bit as strong as she is, as vulnerable as she let herself be around me, and as wise as she continues to be.

But more than that, I wanted to love as much as she did. I wanted to have my own kids so I could love them just as much as I knew my mum loved my big brother and I. I wanted to love myself so much so that I had the strength and pride to raise my kids as a single mother, getting help only from God and Her angels.

And I distinctly remember being 3 years old and loving no other man as much as I loved my brother (My dad would have competed but he never stick around long to be a contender.). I remember one particular moment when my mum asked me, “Who are going to marry when you grow up?” And I said, “I’ll marry my big brother,” (before you start puking, keep in mind that a 3 year old cannot distinguish between romantic and all the other kinds of love that are in existance) and from the moment those words escaped my mouth, I knew that my brother would be my best friend for life.

Even today, there is no man that will ever hold the same esteem my brother holds in my heart.

Falling in love for the first time – with the man who later became the father of my daughter – I learned a different kind of love. One that I’d only ever read about or saw on the TV, or heard my mum conservatively describe to me.

I loved this man. He taught me how to appreciate myself in ways that I’d never even conceived. He made me a mother; giving the gift of love so boundless that the existance of God is something I will never doubt, not even in my darkest day.

And having that love ripped from my grasp showed the other side of love, that of being in love alone… The painful bits of love. The absence of it can easily make one bitter, hateful and unkind. And during our break-up I was all of these things. I longed for justice. I wanted him to feel the same betrayal, the same defeat, the same sense of worthlessness and the same lack of love that grew into a gaping hole of darkness inside me.

And though those things are what I felt, they weren’t what I desired. Even in the anger, I wanted him to be happy. Granted, finding happiness without me in the picture was a bitter pill to swallow, but I still wanted him to carry that magical smile that he captured me with. That smile now lives on my daughters face. It gives me joy, and I could never hate it, not ever.

After the loss of that love, and having to deal with the resurfaced pain of growing up without a father, I thought I’d never love again. And most probably, I will never love another with the same naivety that I loved baby girl’s dad with, but I do know that I have it in me to give myself to someone else.

That being said, that someone else has to have the will and desire to accept me as a I am. With all the many layers of thinking and emotion that constitute me, he ought to accept me. And there would be no fairness in love (not that ever is or was) if I was not willing to the same.

So now I live on a wing and a prayer, hoping to be open of heart and mind to the person who accepts me as me, flaws and all. Praying, still, that I have it in me to do and be the same for them.

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Picture taken in 2012 at the Rhodes University Botanical Gardens.

{Picture by: Lithakazi}

Love has so many layers and degrees that I hope to be able to have an understanding of a fraction of these before I die. And if I’m lucky, I’ll reach a full understanding in my next lifetime, because I’ll never stop loving, living and exploring the wondrous magic of loving and being loved (by friends, family and strangers alike).

DJs and me days

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The wall is music
And I, the vine
Without it I cannot stand
Without me it loses its purpose.
DJs mellow my days.
Producers lead the way
That instrumentalists long ago paved
For vocals in melodious lyric.
Then in an instant
Reversed we are
The wall and the vine
Now creations shrine
Praising and praised
We are Divine.

Picture & poem by Lithakazi

Pinch

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What to do when the pinch hits?

You know the pinch, right?

It’s that painful moment when you wonder ‘why’.
For all the why’s that hit at exactly the same time, the pinch hits… Then the heart bleeds while it beats, and life slowly loses its purpose.

I know the pinch. I teeter in and out of its grip like a metronome. Never skipping a beat, always leaving it, finding relief from it only to return.

Today the pinch has me, but I hold on to the hope that tomorrow it will be gone.
And when it is. I’ll love love again, like and smile again – geniunely, without reserve. I look forward to this.

But till then, its me and the pinch, now an ally. My only friend.

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Smiles for miles, the pinch and I.

My penance for not blogging during Blogging Week

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Alone, a Sole.
The streets are home
Bare
Stained
I am
Beauty

Images and poem by LithakaziRay