For some reason when I first started using Instagram, I decided to start following @yoga_girl. Some of her earlier posts were very heart wrenching and so honest that you couldn’t help but feel sorry for her and wish her good luck. She is now doing really well for herself and because of her honesty and openness or maybe because I’ve been following her for so long, that you do feel really happy for her. Her Instagram posts are still very open and honest but it’s also interesting to see where she is with her life – married, pregnant and in the process of building a yoga studio on the idyllic island of Aruba that they live on.Continue reading “Yoga Girl by Rachel Brathen”
My grandmother’s cooking is definitely the best
It’s tasty and flavoursome with out being too spicy.
My mother in laws cooking is good too but not quite the same
It’s very spicy and very heavy and cooked in lots of oil.
I wish I could cook like my grandmother
I learnt from my grandmother so it should be the same
But it comes out a bit different.
The spices are a little raw and not cooked at the right heat and the chapattis are flat
The unami is missing, that magic touch.
My aunts cooking is good and almost like my grandmother’s
With a modern twist which should be so good
But it’s still not quite the same.
A poem about my daughters.
Just when we were losing hope
An unexpected gift arrived, tied with a pink bow
Invisible to most
A miracle to us
A boxers’ nose!
Mouth like a slit of red cloth
Jaia our daughter was born
In fate we now believed
Uma duma, our little daughter
Made her entrance into the world with
A righteous cry as loud as a raging storm
Restless little baby
Always seeking for mummy
Making herself comfortable
Just easily in the crook of my arms and
In no rush to let it go
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