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The conditions under which I am understood, and then of necessity—I know them only too well. One must be honest in matters of the spirit to the point of hardness before one can even endure my seriousness and my passion. One must be skilled in living on mountains—seeing the wretched ephemeral babble of politics and national self-seeking beneath oneself. One must have become indifferent; one must never ask if the truth is useful or if it may prove our undoing. The predilection of strength for questions for which no one today has the courage; the courage for the forbidden…a new conscience for truths that have so far remained mute…Reverence for oneself; love of oneself; unconditional freedom before oneself…

Nietzsche, The Antichrist


From weheartit.com


“Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.”

Anais Nin


For large printable versions of these hippi designs go here.
I love the VW Bus!


It maybe difficult to watch on my blog, but it acts as a big, pretty link to the youtube video.


Last night I was whisked away to my very own surprise Alice Tea Party where I feasted for hours, conversed with the best and laughed like mad. I took this photo with a heavy heart when we started clearing up this morning. I’m going to sincerely miss that space.

I am too pooped to go into details at the moment but I just had to say big love to all my friends and loved ones who contributed to the weird wonderland that took my breath away last night. Most of all, to my boyfriend and his family, for their hours of work in preparation, courage, creativity and soul, I will never forget my 24th birthday, it has been an adventure I could not have dreamed up myself! Thank you for everything! Then to those band of brothers, the three De Kock’s, you guys come from very special stock, thank you for being who you are and sharing that extraordinary-ness with the world!

I will post a full photo gallery very soon, but for now it’s off to bed so this Alice can prepare for another Monday. Good night 23, you gave me OppiKoppi, 2 jobs, night classes, an internship, an electro conversion, Lark, my good friends The B(l)and, my first dubstep event, and the Gautrain. I am very grateful.


From, Making Strangers, by Heidi Burton.


I really liked this as soon as I saw it, “we do I’m sorry”, few families do.
Found on Etsy.


“The correct standard for judging any man is to remember that he is really a being that should not exist at all, but who is atoning for his existence through many different forms of suffering and through death. What can we expect from such a being? We atone for our birth first by living and secondly by dying…In fact from this point of view, it might occur to us that the really proper address between one man and another should be, instead of Sir, Monsieur and so on, Leidensgefahrte, socci molorum, compagnon de misères, my fellow sufferer. However strange this may sound, it accords with the facts, puts the other man in the most correct light, and reminds us of the most necessary thing, tolerance, patience, forbearance, and love of one’s neighbor, which everyone needs and each of us, therefore, owes to another.”

– Arthur Schopenhauer in On the Suffering of the World.


When my closest girlfriend and soul sister asked me to say something at her wedding I was instantly nervous. I am a crier. I cried when I got up that morning, I cried when she got her make-up done, I cried when I saw her in the dress, I cried (and made other people cry) in the church, I cried right through all the speeches (but hey, so did the groom! They are two very loved people, the speeches reflected this.) and I cried every time she looked at me. There are no photos of me giving my speech, I cringe when I think of the video, I sobbed. I did not speak, I sniffed and snorted and squealed. It took me days to write the speech and I toiled, and teared and borrowed and stole here and there until I got exactly what I felt written down. This was what I meant to say:

Today you create something beautiful and from here you can go anywhere. You begin your journey together serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered by old nonsense. Some blunders and absurdities will creep in but try your best to forget them as soon as you can. I am not young enough to know everything nor am I old enough to speak from wisdom, I do however know this for sure:

Always speak the truth, even if your voice shakes. Grow your roots toward each other underground so that when all the pretty blossoms fall; you will find that you are one tree and not two. Be to each other what pajamas are to the soul.

From Jaco I ask: Be mindful with my best friend’s heart; Find the anecdote to your anger hidden in her laughter; Smile when she makes you happy, and let her know you miss her when she’s not there; Recognize her glowing spirit and preserve it as best you can.

To my dearest friend: I am so proud of you. Not so long ago we were still giggling girls in math class, being scolded for our day dreams. Now I witness you making from the lumber of your life; not a tavern but a temple. Looking at you now, your beauty astounds me. You are going to bless your family with this beauty you walk in everyday.
You are an inspiration, I am honored to stand by your side.

They are such beautiful people and I feel so blessed to call them friends. Your day was breath taking and I can’t wait to post some baby pictures!

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