I have no desire to get political, yet the recent atrocities in Paris cannot be ignored. It’s not just France that is weeping for lives ruined by unconscionable, senseless tragedy. In the recent past, we have borne witness to bombings in Lebanon and Thailand, earthquakes in Nepal and Japan, farm murders in South Africa, university killings in the States, genocide in Syria… We, the citizens of the world, are united in our profound sadness for the unjust destruction and decimation of life. Imagine the world we’d live in if we stood together every day, bound by a mutual respect for, and acceptance of, others. All others, regardless of religion, race, gender, nationality. This week’s Words Crush Wednesday quote is about just that, and, fittingly, was written by a Syrian. The closer together we stand, strong as a collective, fueled by love, not hatred, the harder it is to rip us apart.
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It was my mom’s birthday last week so I wanted to honour her in this week’s Words Crush Wednesday. You see, I couldn’t phone her or bake her a cake; she’s in heaven. What’s better than being an angel? Being an angel who never ages. I had 29 years with her, by no means enough, but in that time she taught me so much about life. Everything I do, I do to honour her. She was my greatest gift in life and we often said we were so glad we chose each other. Even if she had lived to 90, it would not have been enough time. Is it ever, when it comes to mothers (and fathers)?
My mom showed me a love that knew no bounds and had no limits. I am profoundly grateful for that. I know what it feels like to be loved, truly and boundlessly loved, without exception. If I’d killed someone, she would have helped me bury the body. (And then she would have lit a Sambuca and had a cigarette.) She was a strong, wise, deeply loving woman who lived her life helping others. Her death has taught me so much. No one is invincible, as I thought she was. Through her death, I practised the strength she showed me. It’s ironic that I survived the greatest tragedy of my life purely by doing what she would have done, what she showed me through her actions.
If my mom hadn’t died when she did, she would have keeled over seeing me cook. I was horrendous. Really shockingly bad. It was because of her death that I taught myself to cook. I needed a hobby, a massive distraction that would take up a lot of time, thus I challenged myself to learn to cook. My mom taught me how to make reservations, not cupcakes! The person I am, and the person I will always strive to be, is someone who would make her proud. That is my greatest motivation in life. So, happy birthday, Mama. I’ll have a Sambuca for you, but don’t worry, there are no bodies buried in my garden.
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This week’s Words Crush Wednesday is beautiful, succinct and absolutely accurate. That’s all I’m going to say about it because it speaks for itself.
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Some things have been going on lately that have made me think about anger, hostility and resentment and how it festers into hatred if left to stew. I keep reminding myself of Tata Madiba, our national (and international) hero, a man who was, and always will be, the epitome of forgiveness, courage, dedication and tenacity. It is sometimes good (and necessary) to remind oneself how how much other people have been through, and not just survived but triumphed. To many people, Madiba’s struggles may have seemed insurmountable had they been in his position, and yet the man became a beacon of hope and love. Let us all learn from him and in doing so, honour his legacy. This week’s Words Crush Wednesday is dedicated to him.