Some will be offended, but the time has come to speak harsh words about the murders of those who produce our food.
Words cannot describe the infinity of loss.
Sometimes reality is dubious to me.
Hennie Aucamp has a beautiful poem called ‘n Buurman Digteby (a close neighbour). The poem describes the presence of a ghost, presumably the awareness of death by whom we are all followed throughout life.
At times I’ve wondered if that ghost always stays in its place.
This category is called “Poemish” because I don’t think of what I write as poetry. I fear calling it that might be too arrogant.
However, this is one attempt of which I remain proud and fond – and I’m as unable as unwilling to change my feelings.
Kidney Complications – An Update (Part 5)
Breaking the silence
No news is good news, they say. It’s been a month since my last post, but not because of everything being well. At this point, it is only fair to write an update on the kidney story. This post is not good news, though. The continue reading tag will be just below this paragraph.
Yesterday, I spent my day reading psychology and despite experiencing valuable insights I also felt profound sadness. When looking deep into the soul, it is never hard to find imperfections and cracks, and the discovery can be overwhelming – even if you do learn from it.
None of us is whole. Life leaves its scars on all of us.
There is a long list of entries I would still like to add to this blog – and this one isn’t on it – but, as it turns out, this is what I’m writing now.
Currently, I’m sorting through half-written short stories, a few poems and some loose ideas. Among my notes, I found something my shrink had told me to read, months and months ago, which I had forgotten about.
It was a simple Google Keep note, made on my phone originally, instructing me to read what Freud had written on narcissism in 1919.
A colleague recently told me she reads my blog because it’s “entertaining” and “cheaper” than a well-known South African magazine.
Needless to say, I took it as a compliment. Also, I now feel fairly obliged to keep providing the reading material – which is not a problem. I love writing.
Herewith a story I wrote in 2014.
Kicking the Kidney – Part 4
And Flying Blood
When I started writing this blog, I worried that no one would ever read it. Now I’m starting to feel a tad concerned about who does. These feelings are probably normal once you’ve posted photos of your own urine online … (My boss is perfectly computer & internet literate!)
For the sake of clarity, this is another kidney post. A lot still has to happen and I want everyone to understand that.
Kicking the Kidney – Part 3
Let me tell you what we’ve done so far in terms of medical tests. It isn’t very much. The majority of tests are still coming and before then I have to lose weight.
Warning: This post contains full-colour images of urine.