View from my balcony: Saturday afternoon cricket match – King Edward School.
“Mr Edgerton was suffering from writer’s block. It was, he quickly grew to realise, a most distressing complaint. A touch of influenza might lay up a man for a day or two, yet still his mind could continue its ruminations. Gout may leave him racked with suffering, yet still his fingers could grasp a pen a turn pain to pennies. But this blockage, this barrier to all progress, had left Mr Edgerton a virtual cripple.” The Inkpot Monkey – John Connolly.
View from my balcony towards the East / Linksfield Ridge with Jacaranda Trees.
I can extend my deepest sympathy to poor Mr Edgerton; I too have been beset with writer’s block for the longest time. My torpor extends even to reading my friends’ blogs. So too my kitchen passion has waned and it is all I can do to force myself to eat a slice of toast and a glass of milk. I’ve been mired in self-pity and fear as I get to grips with the reality of my new life and wrestle with the task of finding gainful employment at a very bad time of the year. As Johannesburg begins to ready itself to empty as its residents flock to the coast for two months, I begin to dread spending the festive season on my own.
View from my balcony of a storm brewing over King Edward School.
I sooth my dread with the thought that the lovely views from my balcony will be mine alone for a time and that I will be able to enjoy the afternoon summer storms without the customary noise of excessive traffic. I make sure that I make a daily gratitude list, and on that list the first five items are always the same:
My relationship with my daughter continues to prosper and we talk daily
I own my apartment outright and don’t have to worry about paying a mortgage
My divorce will soon be final and it has been amicable
Despite my currently poor diet, my health is very good
I have an extremely loyal and supportive group of friends
I constantly remind myself that the acronym for FEAR is FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL.
View from my balcony over King Edward School.
A wise friend suggested that I make a list of 10 random things that make me smile – not obvious things close to my heart, like my daughter or my cat; just arbitrary things that never fail to lift my spirits. I will admit that making the list did render a smile:
Santana’s “Oye como va”
Braai (barbeque) fires
Roses blooming in my little potted balcony garden.
Princess Ally; my ever-loyal companion.
And so I remain steadfast in my quest to keep the faith and to believe that – soon – all will be well again …