auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com
Auburn Guided Missile: Tuesday Morning
http://auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com/2015/04/tuesday-morning.html
My life in solitary refinement. Tuesday, 7 April 2015. My view from my seat at the props room. G7Bm7 (singing) "Tuesday morniiing.". What a great weekend! Performances in three days followed by a numb Easter Monday - braai, beer. And far too much chocolate. And I can't wait to get backstage again. How can I explain what its like? This Passion Play thing. A community of. Believers drawn together by a common goal. to share. yes that's it : the. Jerusalem on a stage, that once alien to us amateurs becomes as.
auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com
Auburn Guided Missile: October 2013
http://auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com/2013_10_01_archive.html
My life in solitary refinement. Wednesday, 30 October 2013. He Didn't Get It. All I have to do is Dream.". That's the song that Mervyn and I. Busking bro's Mervyn and Mark. We call ourselves "Unpluck'd". That are dropped into Merv's open guitar case; there'll be a request for an old popular song. Always humbling to see smiles from a song that touches a heart; brings a lump to my throat just thinking about it. But talking about dreams. Last week, I had 2 vivid dreams. The second night, I had the second.
auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com
Auburn Guided Missile: The Little Things
http://auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-little-things.html
My life in solitary refinement. Friday, 22 November 2013. Its amazing how a song can move you. Move you - it seems the older I get the more I'm moved to tears by a song. I've never been ashamed to show my tears; bit pointless really as they have a spirit of their own. I'm listening to Peter Gabriel's "Biko". The Playing for Change. Which means "Come Spirit". We watch a tremendous amount of TV series. By changing the wheel. And I thought "Yihla Moja". You can blow out a candle. The wind will blow it higher.
auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com
Auburn Guided Missile: again
http://auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com/2013/10/again.html
My life in solitary refinement. Tuesday, 1 October 2013. Usually; when my temper is ignited - I turn inward : expelling the world with truncated accusations and expletives. And on a custom made afternoon the candle she burns. The wheels turn and four eyes look away. Wood is getting tangled up in steam. Blue and hazel mix to green". Perspective is easy with eyes closed. From a hill a storm cloud has many layers. our guardian angels are busy. and Spring brings newness and hope. It's a custom made afternoon.
auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com
Auburn Guided Missile: April 2015
http://auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com/2015_04_01_archive.html
My life in solitary refinement. Thursday, 16 April 2015. Looting, Prayer Rings and Coffee Rings. I can't help feeling that immense changes are taking place. Feeling the brownian motion beneath my fingers as I type. the imminence. Of mighty sound and rhythms of things yet unfelt. unseen. even my ever. Constant and resonating backpain is reduced to a whistling whitenoise. While I tune into the throbbing which has begun. I breathe air into the. Bile threatens to challenge my sense of reckless anticipation.
auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com
Auburn Guided Missile: December 2014
http://auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com/2014_12_01_archive.html
My life in solitary refinement. Wednesday, 31 December 2014. Even neglected, the garden continues to give. I must have dozed off. The year has flashed by and its the last. Day Somewhere along the line I turned 53. My lastborn, Robyn,. Passed Matric plus a part-time 1st year at Music College. We've. Had 3 run ins with the dreaded Big C. Our middle daughter, Shea,. Kicked Ovarian Cancer and as of yesterday is Cancer free. My. Son's lady, Daniela, was brought back from death's door,. Spend more time in the ...
auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com
Auburn Guided Missile: Living with Loose Ends
http://auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com/2014/07/living-with-loose-ends.html
My life in solitary refinement. Tuesday, 22 July 2014. Living with Loose Ends. The other day we were on our way home in our little grey bubble car. We were in the fast lane - sort-of; you know, the one that's next to the fast lane, except that's the one for taxis and buses, 'cept the ones that use them are the slow moving passenger vehicles. Anyway - this dude came screaming up behind us. big car. even bigger ego. and then he started flashing his lights at me! Her version of Kansas' "Dust in the Wind".
auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com
Auburn Guided Missile: Walk a K in my Shoes
http://auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com/2014/02/walk-k-in-my-shoes.html
My life in solitary refinement. Thursday, 6 February 2014. Walk a K in my Shoes. Fatman on his scooter (pic by my daughter, Robyn). Not sure where January went. Not sure I wanna. Walk a mile in my shoes, walk a mile in my shoes. Babe, before you abuse, criticize and accuse. Walk a mile in my shoes". Walk a Mile in my Shoes - Joe South). No matter how much I try, frustrations and hassles always follow me into work. Well the other night, snugly ensconced in my recliner;. Beautiful Feet - Nibs van der Spuy).
auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com
Auburn Guided Missile: February 2014
http://auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com/2014_02_01_archive.html
My life in solitary refinement. Wednesday, 26 February 2014. Last night, we awoke to ratlike sounds outside the bedroom window. There's the hectic aggressive sound of the neighbours' generator. O, a strange new sound in the neighbourhood: is the sound of indian mynahs. And there's new 'smells' as well. Everything about the 'ride' is new, and tactile and pleasurable.like that cold spot that starts in the small of the back and travels up between the shoulders as I'm dipping down into the valley. or...Fatma...
auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com
Auburn Guided Missile: July 2014
http://auburnguidedmissile.blogspot.com/2014_07_01_archive.html
My life in solitary refinement. Tuesday, 22 July 2014. Living with Loose Ends. The other day we were on our way home in our little grey bubble car. We were in the fast lane - sort-of; you know, the one that's next to the fast lane, except that's the one for taxis and buses, 'cept the ones that use them are the slow moving passenger vehicles. Anyway - this dude came screaming up behind us. big car. even bigger ego. and then he started flashing his lights at me! Her version of Kansas' "Dust in the Wind".
