In elke mens se lewe is ‘n draaipunt, waar afskeid, verlies en herinneringe ‘n groter deel van jou bestaan begin uitmaak as wat jy graag sou wou hê.

Die middeljare kry ook ‘n nuwe dimensie by, as nie net jou eie geslag nie, maar ook die geslagte weerskante van jou, begin siek word en uitsterf.

Daar is verliese van alle soorte, dinge wat jy voorheen as bloot vanselfsprekend aanvaar het, is nie meer deel van jou realiteit nie.

Jy sien hoe jou kinders, kleinkinders, maar ook jou ouers, blootgestel word aan hulle uitdagings, eie aan hulle geslag. Jy sit soos die botter op ‘n broodjie, dun uitgesmeer, met dik snye brood aan weerskante van jou. Soms bedruk dit jou, ander tye besef jy jou geslag is die botter-gom wat die ander emosioneel bymekaar hou. En jy weet, die lewe is maar die suig van ‘n stokkielekker lank en voor jy weet, is jy net die botter wat op ‘n oop broodjie oorbly en dit smelt in die hitte van die dag in die brood in, totdat al wat van jou oor is, kortstondig die vettigheid om ‘n kind se mond is.

Daarom lewe ek soos ek wil, wanneer ek kan.

(Kersdag 2015 was dit volmaan en ek en my vriendin Petra het onder die volmaan geswem, ‘n heerlike herinnering)

Home Again

I’ve been many places
I’ve travelled ’round the world
Always on the search for something new
But what does it matter
When all the roads I’ve crossed
Always seem to lead back to you…

Old familiar faces
Everyone you meet
Following the ways of the land
Cobblestones and lanterns
Lining every street
Calling me to come home again

Dancing in the moonlight
Singing in the rain
Oh, it’s good to be back home again
Laughing in the sunlight
Running down the lane
Oh, it’s good to be back home again

When you play with fire
Sometimes you get burned
It happens when you take a chance or two
But time is never wasted
When you’ve lived and learned
And in time it all comes back to you…

Dancing in the moonlight
Singing in the rain
Oh, it’s good to be back home again
Laughing in the sunlight
Running down the lane
Oh, it’s good to be back home again

And when I got weary
I’d sit a while and rest
Memories invading my mind
All the things I’d treasured
The ones I’d loved the best
Were the things that I’d left behind….

Old familiar faces
Everyone you meet
Following the ways of the land
Cobblestones and lanterns
Lining every street
Calling me to come home again

Dancing in the moonlight
Singing in the rain
Oh, it’s good to be back home again
Laughing in the sunlight
Running down the lane
Oh, it’s good to be back home again

lalalalalala….Oh, it’s good to be back home again
lalalalalala….Oh, it’s good to be back home again

Dancing in the moonlight
Singing in the rain
Oh, it’s good to be back home again
Laughing in the sunlight
Running down the lane
Oh, it’s good to be back home again

Dancing in the moonlight
Singing in the rain…
Oh, it’s good to be back home again

-Blackmore’s night