Thursday, April 16, 2015

We've all been here...

It's like someone
stands on my chest
with her high heels
poking through
my flesh and bones.

My throat closes up
and I can't breathe.

Tears well up,
but they don't fall.

If they do,
Everyone will know.

Everyone will know
that my smile is a facade.

Everyone will know
that my heart is shattered.

Everyone will know
my secret.

I should be happy.
I'm alive.
I have everything
I could possibly need.
I'm short of nothing.

But inside,
I'm dying
a slow, painful death.

It's like fire
raging through my veins.

Somebody make it stop.

I'm drowning.
The ocean floor is near.

Help me, please.
Help me.

I need to smile again.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Messages from Mother Nature

Today I felt like a higher power spoke to me. In the form of this rainbow.

"There is light at the end of the tunnel," said my mother. And when I told mum about the rainbow, she said: "...and there's probably a pot of gold at the end of it!" (maybe?)

As cliché as these sayings are, they do ring true. "Nothing very good or very bad lasts for very long."

Rainbows prove this! ♡

Thank you
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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Respect begets respect

Interesting discussion with a student about how I, as a teacher, am addressed.

Some students (aged 17 to 70+) ask what I prefer being called. Believe me, I have heard everything from "Teacher, Sheetal, Shatoola, Teacher Sheetal, Miss Sheetal, Mum, Aunty, My Sister, My Teacher...even Teach!"

(By the way, my heart melts with these terms of endearment)

My dear student went on to say that in his culture, it is unheard of to call the one who imparts knowledge by their first name.

I can relate & still call my own teachers by saying Mrs, Mr & even "Mevrou" ;)

Respect goes a VERY long way & I believe it is the root of everything in life. Respect for yourself, your parents, your teachers...and everyone around you.

For me, it's not so much about what I am called, but how I am treated.

"Respect begets respect."

Monday, April 6, 2015

The heart knows no distance...

Today was Family Day in South Africa. Also known as Easter Monday, it's the last day of the (long) Easter weekend.

I was fortunate to spend time with my family in my hometown & for reasons unknown to me, I was ...and am still... feeling a bit nostalgic.

We have become so busy being busy that we don't have the time to write a letter (email?) or make a call (voice note?) to our family & friends.

Time hasn't changed at all. We have. We are occupied and stressed by life's everyday events. What remains most special are the people who we can just pick up from where ever we left off.

Whether it's been months or years...those are the relationships that truly matter. I am lucky to have these people in my life. That when I see them, it honestly feels like no time has passed.

So what I'm trying to say is...

There are some circumstances beyond our control. One of them is distance. People close to me have moved away. Far away. With oceans between us.

If the relationship is solid, I belive that the heart knows no distance!

Monday, December 8, 2014

Creative Sparks reunite!

This was the image presented to my Creative Sparks.
Scroll down to see what they wrote. Enjoy :)

Pic taken from

Trust no one
by Mohamed Algantri (Abogila)

Trust is difficult and also not impossible.
How some people look like angels, but they are evil.
...which means...
"Don't judge people from their appearance."

People are different.
White and black.
Fire and water.
Light and darkness.
Love and hate.
Live and die.

Actually, it's life.
It's like a game.
You should...
Think before your speak.
Listen before you read.
Respond before you show.
This is life, I said.

As far as I'm concerned, people are like time. Moody, fast, organized and perfect.

Time is the killer. If we don't manage our time, time will kill us
Moreover, people don't think of each other very easily, because they are cautious. Perhaps you trust and be hurt and painful.

So always use our mind before our heart - even when it's difficult, we should be like the storm - destroying everything. Yes, be strong but don't forget to forget and to love. We use fire to get adn we use water to have. So we should know how to deal.

Don't trust easily, because you will be upset and moved.

Simply, it's life.


by Marwan Alkilani

This picture means that not everybody has a good appearance and carries a soul inside him or her.

On the other hand, maybe it carries another meaning. To see gentle, soft and beautiful lady does not mean that she is weak, but she may hide a powerful personality like a dragon.

At the end, my opinion: The beauty of a lady is in her shyness, weakness and quietness.


by Hesham Baraka

I would like to speak about girls, because some boys think girls are very weak. I think girls are more sensitive than boys. However, they can do things that can't . First of all, look at your mother. I think she is also a woman and she did a lot of things for you and they ability to break a man's heart.

So I wanna say: behind every great man is a great woman.


by Otman Eltalis

In this picture, there is a beautiful girl with a marvelous body, but I don't understand why she took a picture next to a dragon. I hoped her picture would be with an angel. That is better than now, but I am fortunate because I wrote about her. I can't describe her, really. If I have power, I will put her into a glass box. Then I will put it in the museum until all people see her.

I understand one thing from her. She is dangerous and crafty with men.
She also has two hands.
One for good people.
The other for bad people.


by Sheetal Makhan

We all have it in us.
A monster of some sort.
In the depth of our soul.

It lurks in our hearts, only to be revealed in the moment when the sun shines.

They say your reputation will follow you like a bad smell. Your shadow can never run away from you. It will mimic your every move.

...but the secret is:
It only comes out when there is no one else around and there's a bright light shining on you. The demon comes out when no one else is around. Just you. Against a white wall.

No one else around.
Who are you? Really?

The truth is...
no one knows you.
Except you!

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