Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Highly Favoured!

I met an A.M.A.Z.I.N.G woman yesterday.  I don’t know her name, I might not ever see her again but she left an indelible impression on me.  Something I will carry with me forever … She was the Concierge at our hotel.  We approached her needing directions … BOOM did she deliver!

The hospitality industry is a demanding and tireless industry, it’s an industry my path interlaces regularly.  Not so secretly  ... I love it!  I am always in awe of that special kind of person that is needed to make that moment’s interaction feel genuine, regardless of the mania going on around them.

I approached the desk and looked up into a beautiful smiling face and she asked me how I was.  I have been particularly impressed by this hotel’s friendly manner.  Although there are no budget hotels in Sandton, our hotel is designed more towards the modest scale, their hospitality and service however are not.  Those two factors are soaring in the 5-Star space.  From the moment we arrived, the staff have extended an exceptional level of welcome.  It is something you constantly hear about Johannesburg, how friendly the people are (much to the annoyance of the rest of the country, we all want to be The Most Friendliest People in South Africa – Well I do), and although my expectations were high (I was\am determined to invoke a wonderful experience here) … still my anticipations have been surpassed, and some (and we all know what a princess I can be).

Where was I … oh yes, I looked up into this beautiful face – a physically beautiful woman but I swear she shone, she was iridescent - and then she spoke.  She asked me how I was and I gave her my honest (if a little annoying) I’m Fabulous Thank You!  I asked her “How are you?” there was a heartbeat of consideration and then BAM … there it was, I’ve seen it before, a moment when souls connect and she said … I am HIGHLY FAVOURED!  She arrested me energetically for a second, as I digested what she had just said and then the BIGGEST smiled filled my face I LOVED IT!  HIGHLY FAVOURED!

What could I say after that other than can I have an AMEN sister!  My mother and I (I’m her travel-buddy for the week) instantly connected with this woman.  BOOM!

She was of course, referring to a beautiful scripture in the Bible in Luke 1 … her statement spoke to me so intimately!  She didn’t say it arrogantly, she wasn’t saying that she was like the mother of Christ, but it was a warm confidence that she is indeed Highly Favoured by her Divine and that she was indeed blessed in that knowledge.  I loved it!  She set the tone for our day (and indeed our week) and what a blessing she was in that moment.  What an impact! 

While enjoying a different shower this morning (a fantastic shower head, must go home and get one of those, it was like showering in a warm rain forest – or so I have been told) I contemplated the impact she had on our day, and how very important that knowledge is.  When you know deep within your spirit that you are Highly Favoured, not more than anyone else but as well as everyone else, and then how can you not see and focus on the abundant blessings we are presented.

So what have I learned … this interaction of but moments yesterday (re)ignited in me that Divine Knowledge that we are all Highly Favoured by The Divine.  Not one more than another, but me individually and you individually and then challenged to live unwaveringly in the security of that knowledge.

When someone meets your spirit with that level of generosity, you can’t but recognise the moment for exactly what it is … a Divine Intervention, in every sense of that word.

That Lady also re-directed my vision for the day, billowing over into today and I know it will follow me for a while yet … lovingly demanding of me to see only (mostly) the beauty that surrounds me in this month of adventure and indeed in every day that follows.

Lately, we seem to have been surrounded by scary world events and the passing of many people, a stark reminder to us to make every day count, make every day an adventure – even in the ordinary - and to make every day a blessing, both to ourselves and to others. 

What brave new steps are you taking this September to live the life that your Divine has favoured for you?  Would love to hear from you …              

Love you all madly!  Let’s Make 2014 Count!
Collette in Cape Town

Song of the Post … God Gave Me You! by Blake Shelton

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Don’t Forget You!

So sliding into almost the final hour of August, we have been working on LOVE this month in Zenith - It starts with you and me! 

Something that came home loud and clear to me this month, was that included loving ourselves too!  It was very easy for me to make August about me showing love to others, there were so many birthday’s and they were wonderful and we had a great time but a message that wouldn't leave me alone this month was that, you can only do for other’s, what you practice on yourself. 

How much do you love you and demonstrate that to yourself?  Not in a boastful vain ego trip but in the ways that count.

Do we speak our truth?  Do we stand up for ourselves, when others laugh at our expense?  Are we listening to our bodies, or are we pushing ourselves to “just get through to next weekend”?  Are we executing good food and exercise choices to fuel our bodies, that we demand to the max?  Are we walking away from that toxic relationship because it hurts too much now to stay?  Are we doing what makes our souls sing for a living or are you doing what pays the bills but it sucks the light out of you?  Are you curling up with that book you have wanted to read?  Are you starting to train for that marathon you want to run?

I thought I had August waxed – Love, I've so got this.  Lavishing love on others comes easily for me but August slapped me up-side the head and said, NO!  Don’t forget you!

As we slide into Spring tomorrow in the Southern Hemisphere, the 1st September is already here … New Beginnings!  I declare September the month of Adventure!  It’s one of my 3 words for 2014  and the time is now!  So let’s throw open those windows and doors and declare September the beginning of our Adventure and embrace New Beginnings!

Who is with me?

Love you all madly!  Let’s Make 2014 Count!
Collette in Cape Town

Song of the Post … Listen By BeyoncĂ©

Sunday, August 3, 2014

It Starts With You And Me …

In the absence of anything mind-blowing to write … I remained silent.  Truly rare for me, but there you go … it can be done.

May’s theme of the month was Enough and June’s theme presented itself as MemoriesJuly’s theme was supposed to be a mid-year check-in on where we were with our 3 words for 2014  … do you remember your 3 words?  How are you doing?  Mine were Writing!  Adventure!  And Abundance … the last 6-months have been interesting - thoughtful, adventure might be a bit of a push but I am hopeful and I can feel it … any minute now!  As for Abundance – absolutely!  I have enjoyed seeing the Abundance in my life … that has truly been a blessing.

And already August is staring us down … the 8th month of 2014!  This month’s theme was an absolute no brainer for me.  Normally this theme is associated with February but not for me … August truly is my month for love.  Yes LOVE is our theme for August.  For me, almost every single day of August (I kid you not) is marked with an opportunity to love.  Now some would say, that every millisecond of every day presents us with many opportunities to love, but for me, August stands out above all the others.

We start the month celebrating our baby’s birthday (she was 9 this year … where did 9 years go to?), then we race on to the festivities that are my Mother-In-Law’s birthday, shortly followed by our oldest’s birthday (she is 14 this year and boy when I say that out loud, do I feel my age), with less than a day or two to recover, we fly into a friend’s birthday, my brother in law, a niece and then finally, I dragging myself over the finish-line with my husband’s birthday.  You must know, that by the time we get to his day … it’s not just the budget that is exhausted.  But every year we galvanise ourselves in July for the marathon that is our August.  Not this year!

This year I have made a concerted effort to do things differently.  Instead of pacing myself through rapid events, praying for the end, I am living and loving every single moment and event as a celebration of that person and in between loving everyone else in my path.  I challenge you to join me …

This is my month to show love – all the many forms of love.  So I extend the challenge to you too.  How many people can you show love to this August?  Taking every day and every single opportunity to choose love over all the other options;  that vicious comment that we could release in anger, instead holding it back in love.  That special person you long to cuddle but you don’t … because what would people think?  That colleague that always has to be right, let them be.  That tongue that trips me up in a mean moment.  Silent prayers for the world at war today.  A long-term partner that gets lost in the craziness of life.  A cup of coffee, desperate relief to a friend chasing a deadline.  So many opportunities over and above the obvious ones …

So what have I learned … August can be mayhem for me but this year I am determined to make it real, with so many wonderful opportunities, I’m challenging us to dig deep and go beyond the “low hanging fruit” to reach beyond our comfort zones and show this currently crazy world … that love can be in the every day, in the ordinary and it starts with you and me.

Love you all madly!  Let’s Make August and 2014 Count!
Collette in Cape Town

For our girls … Song of the Post … Little Me by Little Mix … Shout out, be prouder, speak up, anything you wanna be …

Monday, June 16, 2014

Languages of Love

What is your best memory of your father?  I was asked this question yesterday, on Father’s Day … I thought about it for a moment … a long moment …

As life had it, we found ourselves away this year, on Father’s Day.  As I thought about the question - my best memory of my father - I walked into the hotel bathroom.  My eyes fell upon the soaps and shampoos that the hotel leaves for you.  I smiled and the memories flooded back.
When I was a little girl, I must have been somewhere in the 3 – 6 year old region, my father was in the Rhodesian army, at a time when Zimbabwe was fighting for her independence.  I don’t remember much, my mother and sister kept me very protected … but I do remember his returns home.  Moments after arriving home, with childish excitement (both him and I), my Dad would unpack his kit-bag.  I don’t know where he got them from (we suspected a bit of border crossing), but he would always reveal bags and bags and bags of red sugar-coated peanuts and bizarre tiny soft tin-tubes of strawberry jam – like miniature toothpaste (don’t even think about the packaging, I am sure we glowed in the dark – I might still).  Dad saved his tubes of jam from his army rations and brought them home.  Unbeknownst to me, these were difficult times and this unusual ritual was imprinted on our family’s DNA forever.

In my teens, my father found his passion, starting out as a Coach Driver, ultimately becoming a Tour Guide (I think it quenched his thirst to travel, still being chained to his responsibilities of family and a home).  Dad would go out on the road and this time his rations weren’t kit-bags but were all of those complimentary coffee & tea sachets and shampoo’s that are left in hotel rooms.  Sometimes he would head out on a quick tour up the Garden Route, then his stash would be minimal but if he went up country for a couple of weeks he would return with a bounty.  It was like living in a hotel but at home.  I think this ignited my love for hotels and all things Princess …

So what have I learned … Those who live in my real world or some might know from previous blogs, know that my father and I had a splintered relationship – both making mistakes from ignorance and pride.  My father now has dementia and every day we witness the slippage a little further.  Yesterday when I called home to wish him Happy Father’s Day … he couldn’t hear me, because now he is also mostly deaf.  But now as I look back with a bit of life and parenting experience of my own, I realize that my father has been one of my Great Teachers and that gesture of bringing home mangled sachets of coffee and sugar, and dodgy flattened showercaps and bottles of conditioner was his language of love … when the words and the emotions could not be articulated.

So quite coincidentally it’s Father’s Day and I’m in a hotel bathroom and I’m looking at the upmarket shampoos and soaps and little sachets of coffee and tea … and I am smiling!  That was my best memory of my dad … and as a tribute to a World War II baby’s desperate need to squirrel away rations … I continued the tradition and brought home my very own stash (they almost lost the little natty kettle - KIDDING!) … smiling warmly …

What is your best memory of your father?

Love you all madly!  Let’s Make 2014 Count!
Collette in Cape Town

Song of the Post … In My Life by Bette Midler from the movie For The Boys!

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Enlightened My @$$!

Whenever someone asks my Religion, I describe myself as a Zen-Buddhist-Catholic (my apologies if any of those are offended) but I do.  My vehicle is Catholicism, and my faith and its rituals has me deeply rooted within Spirit.  Having said that, I am also utterly open to the messages from My Divine … in whatever philosophy that might appear in, but all of that unpacking is for another blog.  This blog is about how I fell off my Enlightenment Pony in church (nog al), during mass, 5 rows from the front and oh boy, did I do it properly!  Let me set the scene …

Our youngest daughter, who is 8, is another wonderful high energy human being.  She is a wonderful child, very loving, observant, affectionate, she thinks outside of the box, she has a joyful thirst for life, she is clever and an absolute charmer.

We drove off to mass and right at the front door, I got my first message … I noticed she did something a little more peculiar (than normal) the alarms where going in my head.  Right then and there I should have gathered up my babies (13 & 8) and turned around and gone back home, but noooooo, not me … persevere I must.

We find our usual pew (5 rows from the front) right next to Juniors God-Mother, fortunately a good friend of ours, who has grown children of her own and we are surrounded by other folks that have watched Junior grow (which is code for they know her … fortunately!).  Mass starts and the crazy revs.  Junior starts loudly flicking through the hymnals (we don’t need them, we have all the words up on a screen).  At the moment, Junior and I are working on a particular life-skill, which is learning to sit still (a time and place for everything) so I quietly whisper in her ear “Leave the books alone, we don’t need them”.  Ok, books are down, let’s find something else.  Pews are interesting pieces of climbing apparatus, so first up on the chair, jumping down on the floor, dancing along the kneeling bench like she was about to enter the Olympics … triumphant dismount and all.  Again I whisper in her ear, “please don’t do that, you are disturbing the people around you”.  Deep breath … it will all be ok!  I return to the service.  Then we settled in for the homily, I learned very early to distract her, so I tickle her through the homily (tickling has the same effect on Junior as it does on Trout – Google it) because face it, it is difficult for a little person to keep still for 15 – 20 minutes of very grown up words and lessons – I get that!  For a short while, there is stillness … I can breathe.

The homily ends, we hit the Creed and Junior takes it up a notch … if I had not been right next to her I honestly wouldn’t have believed it.  For what unfolded next to me blew my mind (and not in a good way) … as Collection is being taken up my youngest starts her best and most elaborate chicken interpretive dancing impression, together with clucking.  I look down at her and quietly with a tone that would have stopped Ivan The Terrible “what on frikken earth are you doing?” … she is silenced and halts … for a moment … until I look away … only to start-up a millisecond later with said chicken interpretive dance routine again but this time in silence.  Because obviously I wasn’t clear that neither the clucking nor interpretive dance should be done in the middle of mass.  I close my eyes and carefully weigh up my options:  1.  We could leave (she wins), 2.  I could dispense one short sharp smack that would hopefully send a clear message (she would get sympathy and I would look like a terrible mother … that, and you can’t hit your kid in church – wrong on so many levels), 3.  I can continue to negotiation with her, a tack I normally never do but this is my spiritual place of sanctuary damn it … I am here for connection!  Reluctantly, I continue to try that.  Thank heavens a hymn starts up (together with drums) where I can quietly hiss into my child’s ear, that this is not acceptable behaviour for mass, which she knows, and to please cease and desist all of this truly odd behaviour, which she has NEVER done before – in or out of church.  Ok … I am gulping at air and clawing at my crystal rubbed forehead, begging for Divine Help.  “Lord please give me patience” I grit out through clenched teeth, “because if you give me strength, I will need bail money too!”  The dance stops … only to be replaced with the head and neck exercises, together with facial gestures – I kid you not – like something that escaped from a mental institution.  Oh and did I mention that my poor other child (13) sitting on the other side of me, has been fighting off a cold and so she has a blocked nose and proceeds to breathe LOUDLY through her mouth like Chewbacca from Star Wars, did I mention LOUDLY (they could hear her in the Vatican), while all of this craziness is happening to my left.  It’s a cacophony to my right - I tell you!  I’m trying to pray people!!!!

Back to the head and neck exercises … I’m going to leather the hide off her!  She is messing with me and I know it!  Junior believes I will not follow through (even though I always do) I calmly (too calmly) look down at her, the 3 grown-ups behind us flinch and Juniors God-Mother now gets out of arm’s length.  I stare Junior down (I’m losing ground by the second and I know that too) … did I mention we were 5 rows from the front. 

The most sacred part of mass starts and Junior decides that her being on the other side of her God-Mother is safer, so she not so quietly sidles around the back of her God-Mother to be out of my reach (and sight).  FINE!  I think, closing my eyes, I can’t even remember why I am at mass and I’m praying for … what on earth am I praying for?  I know she is safe with her God-Mother.  I go for communion.  Junior goes up for a blessing with her God-Mother.  Junior thinks she has outsmarted me and tries to sit far away from me.  I collect her (probably too forcefully) and let her know, in no uncertain terms, that this was unacceptable … the dramatic moment … cue the violins … Junior realizes she has gone too far and the tears start.  I feel feathers!  And it was all a blur after that.

Now before I get a deluge of comments pointing out to me where I went wrong and how difficult it is for a young child to keep still and quiet for such a long time … I know that.  But that doesn’t mean that we mustn’t teach them.  It is the ONLY hour in a week that this is expected.  It is a life-lesson she will have to get!  And for everything there is a time and a place … this is that time.

So what have I learned … I spend a great deal of time living in introspective space, self-improvement, self-growth, being a better human being, working towards being a better mother and partner … it’s all a constant journey … which I adore and love … but none of that did me any good on this day … for some reason this pushed all of my buttons.  Repeatedly!   Our family are going through a thing at the moment and it is all a journey and growth, and I am very aware and we are talking through the events in the hopes that we will grow and learn.  But for all of my work around meditating, being blissed out, getting the lessons, being the Zen mother, working on being the evolved wife and human being … this one did my head in!

I get that our children can be and are our greatest teachers.  And I KNOW there are many lessons in this event for me but I lost it.  I’m not proud, but I am human.  I don’t know how I am going to face all of those fine people that were around us next week at mass … but they are all parents and they are all understanding of how this plays out.

I had a shocking night’s sleep, with great disturbance in the force because of my discord with Junior.  The immediate lesson in this for me was … not getting disillusioned, but rather to get right back up on that pursuit of enlightenment pony … that, and maybe that is why people sit at the back of church!

Love you all madly!  Let’s Make 2014 Count!
Collette in Cape Town

Song of the Post … I Will Survive! By Gloria Gaynor

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

To Be Continued …

Finally I have nailed myself to my writing desk to write the 2013 & 40th Year Wrap-up … the continuation to this post Zenith - Red Lipstick!

2013 was a big year for me!  I turned 40 (Yikes!) with all of the panic and excitement that 40 brings!  Here’s to finally closing the loop on the year that was 40 … and to welcoming my best decade … yet

My 40th year was indeed huge for me and there were indeed Red Letters, 2-pairs of Red Heels and the ever constant search for a stunning Red Lipstick.  Let’s start there …

Red Lipstick … The Red Lipstick World is indeed big, bold and bright!  Someone approaching their 40’s should know that not all Red Lipsticks are made equally and that indeed there is a right and a wrong red for your skin tone.  Not normally highly versed in the dark arts of make-up artistry, I set off in search of my new tools of sorcery.  Fortunately I learned quickly and bought 6 or 7 red lippies, that would tide me over nicely … or so I thought …

I learned (quickly), that some red lipsticks merge with your skin like new-born lambs and that some bled into your skin (read lines – I’m still in denial) and some go on like a bad kindergarten pastel.  The kind that gets on your clothes and the item of clothing needs to be thrown away … the same day!  That particular red met the bottom of my bin - swiftly!           
The writer in me loved loved loved the names on these red lipsticks … Scarlet Siren, Are you REDdy, Fire & Ice, Red Velvet, they make the mind wonder down a fabulously debauched road … ok P302 could have stretched themselves a smidgen more … but I have let it go …

I can also report that Red Lipstick is indeed VERY Princess and SUPER HIGH MAINTENANCE.  Although the world of princess-land is not foreign to me, I’m not a fusserer over make-up during the day.  Make-up goes on once a day (unless you are running out of the office to a hot date after work) with a quick re-application of lip-gloss for the rest of the WORKING (HERE) day… I don’t fuss over make-up all day long, I don’t didn’t live with a mirror on my desk to ever constantly check that my face is on correctly (course maybe I should … but I fully expect that in the future I will have people for that!)  But now I find that I have to apply, re-apply and horror of all horrors, constantly check the damn lipstick every 20 minutes of the day … to make sure I haven’t inadvertently smudged red lipstick across my face. 

I also learned that if you have streaked said red lipstick across your face accidentally … no-body will tell you?  What on earth is up with that?  Did you think it was my intention to have a streak of red across my face for the whole day?  I mean seriously?  WTF?

Drinking with Red Lippies is manageable, although the kitchen staff will curse you forever!  But eating … well that is just ugly!  Don’t even bother, stop eating! 

Having said all of that, there is something about red lipstick … something empowering, something liberating, something bold and it spoke to the older wiser me.

I also found that Red Lipstick did things to people … both men and women … and it was very interesting to watch the subtle reaction.

Red Heels … well they fall into the same category as the subtle reaction by both men and women and again … a good pair of red heels are very liberating.  This year I learned to love heels again!  Something fabulously delicious about them …

Red Letters … I officially entered the professional writing world last year, and I loved every second of it.  Those were 2 stunning red letters.  I can feel it … more to follow …

So what have I learned … when I was in my 20’s & 30’s, I remember my mother saying that these would be the most difficult years of my life and that it would all change when I turned 40.  Now don’t get me wrong, she didn’t say that every day for 20  years, that particular little pearl popped up every now and then when I was going through some kind of “they don’t like me” crisis.  Something we girls go through far too often.  I remember at the time thinking, GREAT only 15 years to go!  But she was right, that mum of mine!  On the day I turned 40 I literally heard the switch flip.  I’m not saying I am 200% bullet proof, because I am not … I have my moments.  BUT I am better at releasing a little quicker.  I work REALLY hard at being me, being a good me, being a better me, trying to be the best me I can be for me, for my soul, my children, husband, family, friends, colleagues and indeed everyone I interact with daily … but if for some confounding reason, you decide that you and I don’t fly … I’m so so so seriously ok with that.  It’s ok …

I do have one irksome thing left on my list from the Year of 40, that as yet I haven’t done … but it is still very much on my list.  I haven’t done my tat yet.  But I have settled on where and what … I’m just working on the brave part, for the when!  I’m working up to it!  What do you think?

I’ve been really enjoying a journey with Louise Hay.  She isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but I LOVE HER!  She is 87 years old this year and she says that this is going to be her best decade ever.  I loved that … what a legacy …

2013 & ME & 40 was EPIC and the best part (for me) is that … the best is yet to come …

What plans do you have for this decade … is this going to be your best decade yet?  I would love to hear from you …

Love you all madly!  Let’s Make 2014 Count!
Collette in Cape Town

Song of the Post … the best is still UNWRITTEN  by Natasha Bedingfield