Caring Light – Can you Help?

I received this email today. The second of it’s type this week.

Are you in Cape Town? Can you help?

Dear Friends

This note serves to inform you that we (Caring Light) after five years, have lost our training centre due to it having been sold by the owner.

By implication the following has had to be done:

• Jim, who has lived in the training centre has had to find alternative accommodation and has moved.
• The said flat does have a lockup garage and will be used to store all moveable assets such as training equipment, tables, chairs, crockery and coffins owned by Caring Light.
• The training centre is being vacated on Thursday 1st April (sadly no April fool’s joke)
• The email address will remain the same
• The website will be updated with reference to the training centre
• The land line number 021 9492939 will taken over by the owner and will not relate to Caring Light
• The cell number will remain the same: 0834369363
• The postal address will remain the same for now PO Box 2710 Durbanville 7551,  in due course this will also change and when it does, you will also be informed of this.
• No funds remain in the Caring Light account to find alternative rental space to continue our training programmes.
• Every effort will be made to source other possible venues which we could possibly share with other NGO’s

With appreciation and Blessings

Jim

Want to know more about Caring Light?  See here or contact  Jim please.

Thanks peeps. It breaks my heart that this is happening all over. SUCH good work, life-saving in fact, and now it’s coming to an end.

a post of random photos. because i can.

Yes, it’s been a busy time. It’s still a busy time. But, in between I took some random photos, and I reckon you’ll enjoy them.

You can find them over here

Currently addicted to…

here

so much of it, just like ASW, i think you wrote sometimes.

something you can do…

You know how I keep running off to the middle of nowhere to work on a mobile phone project?

Well, now you can read about it here: Inkanyezi Mobile Services Network

And vote it up please!

in short.

1. New ink 2. New hair 3. New office 4. New home 5. Got burgled. They even took our ice-cream. as for the people responsible, i hope you fucking rot in hell. most of all, i hope you enjoy wearing my undies. yes, seriously, my freaking undies.  6. Which is why 4 happened now and not a week later. 7. Weekend without electricity. NOT FUN 8. At one point, I was actually going to jump off the nearest building. I meant it. 9. Office move has been much like having a tooth removed via your anus, by a blind dentist, sans Novocaine. 10. Moving homes was hard, so hard, but with purpose. 11. Yes, we’re settling and Yes, Cam loves it. 12. This line is for the diabolical combo (quote).

more soon.

/end.

/chat later. once i get this mound of to do-catch up list out of my way

sotd for monday ~ gives you hell – all american rejects

’cause it gets me rocking in my chair.

just a thought, just for me.

SOTD – i won’t send roses.

I won’t send roses
Or hold the door
I won’t remember
Which dress you wore
My heart is too much in control
The lack of romance in my soul
Will turn you grey, kid
So stay away, kid

Forget my shoulder
When you’re in need
Forgetting birthdays
Is guaranteed
And should I love you, you would be
The last to know

I won’t send roses
And roses suit you so…

My pace is frantic
My temper’s cross
With words romantic
I’m at a loss

I’d be the first one to agree
That I’m preoccupied with me
And it’s inbred, kid
So keep your head, kid

In me you’ll find things
Like guts and nerve
But not the kind of things
That you deserve

And so while there’s a fighting chance
Just turn and go

I won’t send roses
And roses suit you so.

tag, i’m it

So, Scott tagged me for this memealeme…

Here goes…

The tenth good thing meme is listing ten good things you think of someone who has died. Could be a family member, could be a friend. Could be a cat. I want to write about my Dad…

My dad was:

1. Incredibly passionate, which sometimes made him unable to see beyond that.(I seem to think this is genetic)
2. Stubborn. So stubborn. So so so stubborn.
3. Loyal. Even when he didn’t want to be. If he loved you, and chances are, if you knew him, he did, he wouldn’t have a bad word said about you. Sure, he might say them to you but, if someone else crossed that line, they were screwed. Not many people know that but, I’ve seen it in action.
4. An insomniac. Every night that I sit here at this laptop, ash piling into the keyboard, I remember that this is a genetic condition lol.
5. Always thinking. Even when his eyes were closed and he was snoring.
6. always available for 2am phonecalls from me. When I moved out of home, they became a regular thing. I’d be home alone whilst Allan was on shift, and he’d phone me or I’d phone him. The number of nights I sat with my brick cellphone glued to my ear whilst flicking through channels, unable to sleep, and talking to him, is directly proportionate to the number of nights I, at that first uncertain stage of trying to stamp out your own world, wanted to go home, eat mum’s sometimes insane food (my siblings will smile knowingly when I say UFOs and frittata) and be six years old again.
7. a person who found himself the funniest in his own  head. I’m like that too.
8. not afraid of being there for someone when they needed it. My friends always said that speaking to my mom and dad about anything was easier than speaking to anyone.
9. A really good boardgame and card player. No, really good. Even though he sometimes cheated and was  a damn sore loser. (heh, you thought we didn’t notice? heheh)
10. always proud of us, even when we weren’t talking or had disagreed. He used to say to me, that love – real love, family love, friend love, respect love -  is like this, and I quote: you can hate someone, want to yell and stamp your feet at them for being so frustratingly stupid but… in the morning, when you awake, they will still smell like honey to you.

Every day, I remember that.

And, now.. I tag:

Sheena

Sue

and

ExMi

today

today is the last day i will sit out here on my balcony.

after today, packing and moving to the new place begins slowly.

and next week, i move offices, and then homes.

(yes, i know, im crazy. heh)

this sitting on the balcony is my last time im gonna do it

nearly six years in total, i have been here.
these have been the happiest and saddest times of my life

this home, when shared and when not.

this home, when open and when shut.

this home, where i started to become the person  i wanted to be.

this home, where i became a mom.

this home, where i became me.

this home, where my friends come home and feel okay.

this home, where my heart is safe, even when the world spits it out.

this home, where my daughter awakes and says “mom. look, the sun says hello through our window”

…

a new beginning beckons.

Just a random friday thought from underneath the table

Hope. It’s not an easy thing. Keeping it alive is the hardest thing in life.

Faith. It’s not about the preacher man, its all about that which lives within you.

Perseverance. Even when your faith is tested and your hope wears thin, keep going.

Hells, if you feel insignificant, think about this little blade of grass.

As a little seed, it had sand poured upon, cement dumped on its head, bricks laid on top…

And still, still it rises. Still it grows, green as ever and reaching up to the sunny sky.

Keep rising. Keep growing. Keep on reaching up to your very own sunny sky.