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on March 04, 2015

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The Art of Well-being: Part 4 Magic at hand

It took me a while to understand what my friend Tanya really meant when she told me the story of an epiphany she once had: She said she had had the realisation that her hands were a powerful tool. That she could use them to change her environment - transform things. She could take a boring room and make it an interesting room. She could plant a garden. She could cook a yummy meal. I watched her do it again and again; making her environment magical. I love being in her space. I had always thought it took money, but, have come to understand that through creative action it mostly doesn't. Resourcefulness, yes, but not a lot of money. I am the kind of person who needs to be told things twice, or a few times more, for it to really land. And, so after I met my dear friend Inge and witnessed her enthusiasm and power to choose a level of quality she wishes for her life I too started to understand that I had the power of using my mind and hands to make magic. It is not exclusiv

I walk towards her part 5

Once in a shuttle between Port Elizabeth and Grahamstown

A miner and an au pair. It was that moment when you meet someone you have never met before in a public place and hold your breath, wave all friendly in the vein hope that that is the person you are looking for. I think it was a Toyota of some kind, a gunmetal green shuttle; if that is a colour, and a driver waving at me across the zebra crossing. A match! He was in fact from Blunden Tours who have the monopoly in the Eastern Cape for Airport trips between Port Elizabeth and Grahamstown. I had been on a Mango Airlines early-bird flight from Cape Town International: Lock door, get into Uber, arrive at airport, thank driver, pull little case on wheels to the sign board, check the check-in counter number, check myself in, check my need to be controlling when I’m stressed, stand in a queue that is not moving despite gate closing in 5 minutes. Deep breath, bite bottom lip. It was not yet 06:30 and my heart rate was racing as I had downed 2 espressos to avoid airport coffee.

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