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The last post to my blog resulted in a number of comments on the style of writing and while this peaked my interest the comment that "this was my take on the subject" is what really made me think.  With this in mind I reread the post and realised that this was in fact my take on the subject.  Not only that, but this was a reflection of a life experience and the way I hoped it would have turned out but, alas, it was not to be.  Prompted by this realisation I felt compelled to examine my thought processes, do some research and decide what exactly constitutes a forbidden thought.    Firstly it became quite clear to me that most of us have forbidden thoughts and most of the time these are harmless.  It is when we decide to manifest these thoughts that they become potentially life changing and may affect those around us and especially those that are closest to us.  They can be of such a nature that they challenge or contradict our belief systems,...

It was not like she had planned it, nor did she anticipate it or contemplate it.  It just happened, unexpectedly.  You could almost say that it surprised her even though surprise was the last thing on her mind.  It all started when, as usual, she walked over to the coffee machine for her mid morning coffee break and selected, what she thought was her usual drink of coffee with milk, but, by some quirk of nature, had inadvertently selected the freshly brewed tea.  It did not occur to her that the drink took an unusually long time to prepare nor that the drink that emerged displayed the distinct signature of tea blended with milk.  Not even when she took the first sip, and the slightly bitter sweet taste, distinctive of tea, permeated her senses, did she realise her mistake.  For it was this very moment, this very instant, that the universe decided to change her life forever. It was this very moment, while her senses were permeated by the distinctive tas...

Looking back in time I cannot believe that three years have passed since I started this blog.  In these three years I have managed to post one hundred and fifteen posts on this humble blog and while statistically that is 30 posts per year the reality is that I was most proficient the first few months.   Today I chanced a look at past posts and I realised the breadth and even the depth of the posts changed over time.  It would seem that instead of getting down to the meat of things the blogs changed and became rather more shallow with time. I also noted, that while I get immense joy out of writing, I had not dedicated myself to the task and with the result have not given it my all and, if I dare, am poorer for it. I guess the passing of Madiba has had a more profound effect on me than I would have ever anticipated or imagined.  And while so many had visited his home, or attended the memorial services or even formed the guard of honor as his remains were transp...