On the way.

I don’t know when I stopped counting down the days in a year. It used to be a habit I started with the intent of making me more conscious and aware of time.

At that time, I felt like I was really chasing after something. Keeping track of my goals every day amidst anxiety, hope and extremely bourgeoisie dreams. It hit me the other day that I got drowned in working hard that I forgot that I initially had an end goal.

When you end up working so hard you lose track and forget your goals… Just working. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll get a moment of lucidity that prompts you to realize you got a little distracted on your goals. It’s great, because it will force you to sort of restart your system and get back on track.

Remember, the work is a stepping stone but it is not the end goal.

So you take a step back, take a deep breath and empty your mind. The world sort of goes quiet in those moments. And you get to watch your life from a few steps back and think, hey. I’m proud of you kiddo.

That lucid feeling descended on me on Thursday. I looked up to the sky and saw the thin crescent moon at around 4.30 pm marking The Islamic New Year, 1439. A new moon. A new year. It just seemed very special and magical in that moment.

I can’t describe what happened next but I felt the hairs raise on the back of my neck and arms, and the entire world went completely silent. And there I was – just staring at the Alzu Petroport view point.

There’s this pool where wildlife come to graze – I remember seeing zebras and buffaloes. It’s almost as if that moment overcame all my senses that I couldn’t really digest all that was before me. Like, I was in a dream.

We got only five minutes to take pictures then we were back on the road. It was a long ride, from Nelspruit to Sandton, and I’m grateful I got to see the sunset. The sun sets quite early around here – a huge ball of fire in the sky from around 5.30 – 6 pm. It’s magnificent.

Oh, and today is the 268th day of 2017. 268/ 365.

97 days remaining in 2017.

I need to do more memorable things.

Alice Lane.

On my walk from the bus station, there’s this cool sort of ‘island’ up the hill. The design accommodates about what I think is three buildings with interesting planned walkways, steps and squares.

It feels like there is so much space. Alice Lane.

It always makes me think of Alice in Wonderland, and how she went down the rabbit hole. And then there was that time she went through the looking mirror…

I have been doing a lot of introspection and realizing that gratitude is the only state to exist in. Alhamdulilah. I value everything so much more, especially my family and friends ♥️

I’ve been very busy recently that I haven’t been able to blog much. It’s been good because my mind feels like it’s growing, and now I have new things to talk about. I’ve decided to just blog on my phone whenever I get a chance, and resume on my laptop where I’ll get to play with the layouts as I love.

Just plain ol’ phone pics with a commentary as such.

Falling deeper into the rabbit hole, and being grateful for every step I take to being better every day ♥️

the granary bread

“Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.” ― Henry David Thoreau.

 

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Last Saturday, I had an early bird breakfast with my friend Joyce at Le Grenier à Pain, a chic French restaurant up along Riverside Drive. We got there around 8.35 am, the weather being nice and brisk. The cool, clean morning air settling deliciously on our skin. I love early mornings when they start off slow, or rather, tame. When you can enjoy the quiet while everybody else is still asleep or just waking up. Considering it being a Saturday morning, people started strolling in around 10 to 11 when Joyce and I had already settled in and relaxed. We spent our entire time talking about our dreams, set some goals and enjoyed some great food.

I had the marinated smoked salmon with cream cheese, scrambled eggs, capers and shaved red onions, and Joyce had the apple cinnamon French toast with fresh fruits, crème fraîche & maple syrup. We got a basket of fresh bread and butter for good measure and every single thing was divine. Later on we shared the raspberry tart as dessert. The decor was a dream to photograph, and I happily snapped away practising some tips I picked up from tutorials I’ve been watching on YouTube Academy.

You should pass by one of these fine mornings.

P. S. You may find Joyce on social media as Podoa by Joy. She’s a fantastic makeup artist 🙂