Precarious

Sitting in the back of a cab on my way to a complete strangers environment!

It is exhilarating! After a few weeks of spinning my wheels, for an another, I have had to accept that I may have barked up the wrong tree. I WAS HOPING NOT, AND STILL DO. However, if said another is not setting ALL the cards on the table; done is what must be so. Sadly!

A moment that has caught me by surprise is the reason for my journey into another’s space. It is a while since I was invited, organically and authentically, to another’s environment. So in the cab passing Emmarentia Dam to Melville, Johannesburg, South Africa the view is uplifting and bright green. The rains have blown the green the landscape into full saturation.

Emmarentia dam, Johannesburg

What an experience!

A quick little picture diary, the sequence of events that created a most memorable time!

The restaurant

The wonderful cooks

Fish… it was awesome!

Points of view from the Taxify cab of YEOVILLE, JOHANNESBURG.

THE BLUE SQUARE, IN THE PIC….

THE STORY:

After a pretty spectacular dinner, the fish was fresh and the phenomenal flavoring was gobsmacking, a night of being the only pale skin in a bar ensued. It was daunting. I did my best to gel in but it was hard when one stands out simply based on ones skin. Needless to say, whether stupid, brave or both I needed to represent. I did in the way I know best. The dance floor. It wasn’t long before I had captured the eyes of all and sundry. My friends thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle I showed. Apparently people were amazed that I was sober and had the guts to let it all hang out on the floor. I held nothing back. Besides the fact that I love dancing, I wanted to show that I wasn’t intimidated by others with obviously different skin. It worked and by the end of the evening I had rocked the house to a standstill. It has been a loooong time since I could just let my hair down and be free to enjoy myself. I was protected and felt safe. Dancing created a point of connection and friendliness paved the bridge from the cultural divide. It was an amazing night that I will not forget easily.

Chilling afterwards and discussing the cultural differences of Congolese, Cameroonian, Nigerian and white 🇿🇦 perspective brought a greater level of acceptance and understanding. It was an incredible exchange of life.

In the following video, SWEET SUNDAY PERVE, Tee and I got a little personal regarding our different experiences. To watch our amateur but insightful video click ⬇️.

SWEET SUNDAY PERVE In, ‘ Conversations in a Cab 20’, the Driver opened up about some experiences having grown up in Apartheid South Africa. The story of his cousin, a young teenager, being arrested for 15 years for taking an emergency whizz against a wall is Sad and outrageous. To listen click ⬇️.

CONVERSATIONS IN A CAB 20
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PROMO OFFERINGS

Like Mmusi Maimane said in his Heritage day Speech, “ Integrated suburbs, not white suburbs or black suburbs, etc, but cross-cultural suburbs.’ After my experience of last-night I cannot wait for the vibe, the flavors, the colours and the experiences of cultures different to my own colonial upbringing. A world of wonderful rainbow colored experiences await us. They await our willing hearts to explore beyond our immediate short-sightedness. In a time where so much misunderstanding, unresolved truths, rebellious hate and high suspicions prevail, life must be lived amongst each-other freely to create this he unity we all need to survive.

I FOR ONE AM KEEN!

Taking a pose, and being all coy!

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BUT!

Not that it is a judgement; more like a bit of friendly advice. If one is going to embark on a journey of discovery as South Africans, trying to u it’s our divided nation, keep ones wits about you. The mistake that I have made was to be seduced by the invite into another world. In a time when 55% of 🇿🇦’s are living below the breadline, are mostly dissatisfied with our government corruption and desperate to reach for their dreams, easy targets are devoured. What I mean is this. I allowed the guilt of my countries history to shame me because of my skin colour. I then over-compensated to allow myself to accepted by people outside of my comfort zone. It was expected that I cough up money and carry the financial burden of a great night out. Thankfully it gave me some great insights into the lives of other humans, the financial price small to pay for the authentic experience of being a guy in a different cultural experience. But the next time I go on another outing into the lives of others I will definitely limit what I share, willingly, with others. The reason is not to be frugal but because the needs of others is so great that I would destroy myself in the process of proving that my history is not who I am. The next time I get to have a phenomenal experience, my hope lies in a more evenly spread communal shared responsibility.

This brings me to my point.

It is easy to say this is wrong or right, sometimes it easy so black and white. For the most part, considering various factors, it is going to be a bit of give and take across the board from all people to make the conscious effort to meet each-other 1/2 way. It is the only solution, if we as a nation, citizens on a mutually shared planet have any chance of not killing each-other to achieve our dreams.

To end this blog, for some soothing but uplifting vocals listen to the Mixcloud mix listed below.

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SUBTLE BUT SEXY TUNES

Choose ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

•AJB•

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Such is it

Sometimes! Just sometimes I wish that I could choose who I liked or better still, loved!

I am not talking about opportunistic love. I am talking about authentic love.

Every relationship that I have ever had, the love just suddenly happened and I knew it as such. I guess that I have been lucky because my relationships, as hectic as some have been, always grew me as a person. Those people all taught me things about myself. Either by what I didn’t want to be or drew me closer to what I needed to become. My relationships have been a sort of cradle that benefited me by being a safe space for me to experience and explore myself. Granted much devastation was caused by some of those unities but that I think had more to do with brokenness than with the bond.

If you find yourself needing a little TLC then this Ocean Radio, Chilled September, Mixcloud mix will hits the right chords to ease a bit of peace into the start of your weekend.

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CHILLED SEPTEMBER

Yesterday was a really rough day. It saw be having to threaten to expose some people on social platforms. I vented but just couldn’t go so far as to actually name names. It has been an ongoing saga of four months that finally escalated to a rather ridiculous finale. After much screaming,forth and fro, a dismal conclusion was reached. It frustrated me that I had to settle for less than the loss of income.

C’est la Vie!

With my personal mission to integrate myself into a more cross-cultural circle of friends, I invited a Nigerian guy living in ZA, over for dinner. My expected guest had a family drama that involved hospitals, kids and so forth. Rather messy. It was interesting to exchange experiences that him and I had in common. It fascinated me, however, that even though we both were born empathy, had random psychic experiences and some pretty exasperating spiritual encounters, points of view differed. So much that he regaled was fraught with shame for his gift, and fear of it. As much as I tried to explain that love is greater than any force, it fell on disturbed ears. My heart breaks for people when the experiences of things outweigh the energy that pulls us through.

Like in the photograph taken, above, the simple fact remains that each of us has #perf inspired and living within us. My dinner ended and albeit an interesting encounter, a friendly reminder that I am not the only one with a weird gift and feel heavily for our world, dinner was the it moment. The need for a different experience after the #yucky day I had yesterday was met. My hope in goodness was restored as I listened to the stories of life in Nigeria. It saddens me that this beautiful country I call home is quickly being squandered by ruthless wolves. Just yesterday I saw a stat that from April-June, 2017 another 60000 people lost their jobs.

I found a simple easy to read article from American Health to help us not be overwhelmed by our tough stuff. It concisely and neatly goes through a few processes that we can deploy to get a handle on our thoughts.

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DEAL BETTER WITH HARD TIMES

In times like we jointly face, the worst thing that we can do is buy into the frivolity we experience all around us. It is necessary for us as the populace to stand united, much like the civil uprisings throughout history. No, I certainly am not punting violence. Ask yourself, why would I want to put more money into the coffers of the elitist benefactors of war. No, my focus is on the man 2 man, woman 2 woman overcoming their individuality and uniting in singular voice against the atrocities of our mutually shared histories.

The article below is a well researched and written insight explaining some of the civil voices that said enough was enough.

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AGE OF REVOLUTIONS

Dear #❤️🌍🌈

Do we really want this?

More times where dog eats dog?

Lies that are well manicured behind marketed punchlines?

Strife brought on by our selfish inability to share, when we are forever telling our kids to do such, but fail in so doing?

Do we really want to pass the baton onto future generations that is stained with hypocrisy?

Is confusion the honour we uphold for the sake of ill-gotten gains?

THE ONLY TRUE POWER ANY HUMAN HAS IS WHEN ANOTHER, WILLINGLY VOLUNTEERS THEIR TIME AND LIFE FOR A PARTICULAR CAUSE.

If we have to force, manipulated, steal, kill, destroy and cheat others to get what we want; perpetuation of crises is always the same consequence. I know for myself that I cannot live with myself if I have deliberately behaved like this. The shame I feel is so overwhelming that I want the earth to swallow me whole. Fortunately I have my wherewithal about me and for the most part, no longer, fall into the category of ‘humanity betrayer’.

Quickly, as time is flying by and work must be done today, I want to leave this challenge with you.

WHAT CAN WE DO TODAY TO BE KIND TO A PERFECT STRANGER?

Perhaps this little promo might be just the kind of thing to build a bridge with a broken friendship, or disgruntled work colleague and or distant family member.

(Art work designed by Leandra from @bellazarahair…. u can find them on instagram….the most stunning imported lace wigs)

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

AJB•

A MOST SPECTACULAR HEART

RIGHT OFF THE BAT, AMAZING WAFTS AROUND YOU LIKE THE STARS ADORN THE NIGHT SKY!

To get this fantabulous Thursday off the ground join me as I lift my heart to the universe and draw into myself the goodness called life.

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THURSDAY GROOVE

Playing on my phone, I accidentally saw the backdrop in the pic of our salon ceiling and it is so spectacular that I had to ruin it with my face shoved into the pic.

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The next video was sent to me by a client and although it has quite a bit of profanity the sentiment is exactly the kind of Fire under the butt this world needs. We can go on waiting for the world around us to become our idealistic environment, or we can be it!

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In these lyrics, ‘Nickelback’, ‘What are You Waiting For’ the same message is punted.

What are you waiting for wow oh (oh oh oh)

What are you waiting for wow oh (oh oh oh)

Are you waiting on a lightening strike

Are you waiting for the perfect night

Are you waiting till the time is right?

What are you waiting for wow

Don’t you wanna learn to deal with fear

Don’t you wanna take the wheel and steer

Don’t you wait another minute here

What are you waiting for wow

What are you waiting for wow oh

You gotta go and reach for the top

Believe in every dream that you got

You only living one so tell me?

What are you, what are you waiting for?

You know you gotta give it your all

And don’t you be afraid if you fall

You only living one so tell me?

What are you, what are you waiting for?

Are you waiting for the right excuse?

Are you waiting for a sign to choose

While your waiting it’s the time you lose

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WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR

A STORY:

Kensington, Johannesburg, February 2013

I was finally moving into my own home again! The years of addiction had robbed me of my possessions, career, dignity and self-worth. I had allowed it. Not so much because I wanted to choose that, but the love of the Universe/ God/ Higher Power had been gracious enough to let me choose what I chose. The reality is that we each have a DIVINE path. But because love doesn’t force itself onto one, we are free to choose but the consequences of that choice is out of our control; completely. Which means that we either die from our choices, learn and grow, or stay stuck in a pitiful existence of excuse making. It is not easy being surrendered to life, but each of us is. Whether we believe it or not. I was suddenly offered a chance to practice responsibility again and I took it. I only had a bed but decided that if my Higher Power was bringing me the chance to prove myself then He thought I could do it. A few weeks before the due date to move in, a missionary who was downgrading her home needed to get rid of stuff and offered it to me. Needless to say I couldn’t believe my blessings. There are many stories like this where mercy was shown to me. Truthfully, I am a hard nut to crack. I still struggle to put my full trust in the goodness of Higher Power. Those that read my blog will know why. But in short, coming from a life riddled with anguish and having to claw myself towards success has resulted in my trust/love barometer being out of whack. I have had to do,and still do, a lot of homework on my heart condition. What I do know for certain is that if you/us/me are willing to appreciate our gift of life, extend ourselves towards others and learn to be fair and wiser in our choices; great gifts await us. So often our desires are based on what we want others to think of us. We preen ourselves to win approval. We buy things to look good. We hang out in the ‘cool’ places. We surround ourselves with the ‘right’ people. But seldom do we stop and notice that our spectacular hearts are dying for more. More life. More adventure. More glory. MORE OF US!

Higher Power/ GOD/ Universe whatever you want to call it, is constantly beckoning our attention through the consequences of our lives. Each time we don’t die it is another chance to the full glory of ourselves.

I guess this is why I am so busy fighting for the heart condition in the world. Fighting so that we don’t destroy eachother through our negative impressions of ourselves and others. I get hurt a lot by others. This is partly because I am an empath, but partly because I expect goodness from the world. So when bad things happen it is an assault; an affront. Gone are the days where I damage myself when I hurt. Well at least for the most part. Take it from a guy who is beginning to walk in his dreams.

THE SUM OF YOUR LIFE IS NOT IN YOUR EXPERIENCES! THAT IS JUST THE VEHICLE TO GET US TO FIGHT HARDER TO BE AUTHENTIC. EVERY INCIDENT WILL STRENGTHEN US. YOU ARE BORN TO BE SPECTACULAR. YOUR HEART IS A ROARING LION WAITING TO BE UNLEASHED. YOUR TALENT IS A MUCH NEEDED ONE IN THE WORLD. INSPITE OF THE CHAOS IN THE WORLD, A FUCKED UP HISTORICAL LEGACY, POWER HUNGRY POLITICIANS, GREEDY ELITISTS AND AWKWARD ALL OF US THERE IS A LOVE SO GRAND WAITING TO HELP US FIGHT STRONG. A LIVE WHOSE ONLY DESIRE IS TO TRANSFORM US INTO A LIKENESS OF ITSELF. A LIKENESS THAT CREATES WORLDS. STOP AND THINK ABOUT IT:

EVERY CHILD IS A WORLD WAITING TO TAKE ITS PLACE. EVERY CHOICE THE ABILITY TO DESTROY OR UPLIFT. EVERY DREAM, HEART, ACT OF KINDNESS THE CREATOR OF HOPE.

One of my favourite quotes is the one below:

Marianne Williamson

To get a rather personal and intimate personal account of what power-mongering does to people click ⬇️.

CONVERSATIONS IN A CAB 20

To end today’s blog I want to share a piece I call ‘GRUNGE’. It is some of my work that so beautifully depicts the fight in us. It is from a collection I did a few years ago that I revamped into a little marketing video. I tried to capture the famine but masculine. I set grunge against old world glamour to play on the idea of what a skater boy would look like at the opera. The point is that we are all light and dark, cultured and uncultured, civilized and not, and most of all co-creators of our lives. Choose wisely!

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GRUNGE

One of my favourite songs is performed by Lady Gaga, I hope that it gets you in the mood to let your heart be spectacular.

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EDGE OF GLORY

CHOOSE ❤️

#❤️🇿🇦🌈

#❤️🌍🌈

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

AJB•

Different times

In a startling article yesterday regarding gender transformation a specialist turned the tables on this rather arguable ‘right of choice’. I do not have any personal opinions on the topic suffice to say that each of us lives with consequences of the actions we take. For further reading click ⬇️.

TRANSGENDER ARGUMENT n a piece titled, ‘EMPRESS’, I kind of like the powerful imagery alongside the dramatic music. It takes me to a time, in my heart, where our personal power was defined by the contribution we made to the world. A time when love was the most respected characteristic we practiced. I got a glimpse of that in rehab in Mozambique. The local community lived in grass huts and all supported eachother. Although miles apart from one another, local gatherings saw people commune and catch up. Land was divided by a bottle in a tree or piece of rag tied to something, and territory was revered as such. Kids ran free in bushes, will little regard for anything other than playtime with friends. One little guy was curious and full of beans. At the evening soup kitchen he was always up for being spun around or climbed over one like you were his personal jungle gym. I remember how he used to laugh at my ‘white boy Portuguese accent greeting, “Oi coming vai.” His laughter seemed to fill the dense night forest and would echo in the dusk of night rhythmically accompanied by the melodic crickets.

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EMPRESS Those years in rehab saved my life! Although I lost nearly 3 years, in total, the gains are immense. I have learnt that I am valuable and a much needed part in our world.

AS ARE YOU!

BUT ARE WE DIFFERENT; REALLY?

In the articles below, great viewpoints are put across to prove that, although we like to think we are the same; leopards do in fact change their spots. OR DO THEY?

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HINDSIGHTCHANGE VS EXPECTATION

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The music below fabulous and so cool it transports me into a place of glamour and evokes a sense of style.

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WEDNESDAY TUNES

As a stylist I oft say to my faithful clients, and boy do I need more of those kinds of people to support me in reaching for my dreams. What I say is: “IT IS IMPORTANT TO CHANGE SOMETHING ABOUT OUR LOOK AT LEAST 1x PER YEAR. THE POINT IS THAT EACH CHANGE CHALLENGES US TO LOOK AT HOW WE ARE AND HOW WE EXPRESS THAT SELF. THIS HELPS TO ENSURE THAT WE DON’T END UP MAKING A FOOL OF OURSELVES TRYING TO BE WHAT WE WERE.”

Although I am anti ‘Ageism’, it is frustrating watching people settle for yesterday when today is so much more vibrant and fantabulous.

Having lost both my parents there are days that I find it hard not to have MOM around to bury myself in and cry out all my anguish about how we hate so much. The only thing that HATE does is make us UNLIKEABLE. So it startles me that in 2017 that we are choosing to carry the mindless practice of it into the future. If billions, or mere thousands of years has none of it taught us anything.

AN IMPORTANT THING…….

We may be different, but so is everyone else. Their different is equally as important as ours to create a world filled with love and appreciation.

CHOOSE ❤️!

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

AJB•

IT TAKES

He arrived an 1 1/2 hrs late. I was furious! I had prepared Confit Duck Legs with a Calamari salad starter and Kiwi and Rose Cheesecake. It was, needless today, ruined. I did my best to control myself but in the end it was hopeless. I am riddled with guilt for the ‘7 kinds of hell’ I unleashed. My heart is torn between the perfection of our togetherness and the fact that so much water needs to be covered to get to ground zero. Yup, before it even can start, hurdles must be overcome. The lack of respect for my efforts to see beyond the difficulties to the potential beyond which is enormous and thrilling. Why guilt? Well when one tries to grow mutually beneficial outcomes, the best action is to avoid anger for misplaced ‘circumstantial dilemma’s’. But it still hurts. What does it feel like to be in a new what-what when there is no need to appeal quality time, that is authentic, automatic and autonomous?

OR IS THAT ASKING TOO MUCH?

An Indie mix on Mixcloud is providing such a cool backdrop to my puzzled mind.

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SUNDAY VIBES

The reason for my conflict lies in the fact that visually and spiritually the other is a rather nice deal. I am a bit taken aback by the experience. But this is just the motivator of today’s blog, certainly not the subject. I am kind of giving myself a bit of a pep talk.

How to give what it takes?

I guess that the 1st step is stepping out of denial!!!!! So what does that even look like? From my personal experience I think that the first process of stepping out of denial starts with a question. “If I give up my idea/habit/obsession what do I think will be left? Is this conclusion valid? If so, why? Where does it come from? If not, why have I invented a scapegoat?

Once we have gotten to the point of deciphering fact from fiction, journey begins. But betwixted lives gulp up attention. Yes, we can shortcut and short circuit our process! But ask ourselves: “Are we reason not enough to have our full attention on ourselves?” This fact alone should flag one to acknowledge the need for self examination. I have inserted a quick pop quiz to help us mirror ourselves. I know for myself that I have a difficult time to evaluate myself when in the throes of difficult emotional situations.

With a moderate score, I have some homework to do.

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EMOTIONAL WELLBEING QUIZ

WHEN WE ARE OK WITH OURSELVES, GREAT OBSTACLES CAN BE OVERCOME AND/OR DEALT WITH.

The short documentary below is an experiment that my neighbour’s AB, Tee and myself are going to give a go. The plan is document cross-cultural boundaries, beliefs and experiences from different viewpoints. AB coined the title SWEET SUNDAY, the music intro and I added the teaser PERVE. TEE lent his brilliant voice to our outro. We hope the it will become a hit and open up doors for us as individuals.

Let us know what you think of our amateur pilot at: ajbstylist@gmail.com

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SWEET SUNDAY PERVE

So as I prepare myself to gear up for work, carefully giving myself the license to just make peace with my own insecurities I calmly acknowledge that I must allow for time. Time to let’s thing unfold.

CHOOSE ❤️!

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

AJB•

Like a cushion on the floor

OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!!!!!!

It has been only a week and already the fears of being hurt have surfaced. I mean I am not even an anything to anyone yet, the insatiable insecurities run riot. Why do I get like this when the prospect of intimacy looms on the horizon. The threatening dawn swears to reveal that I am hardly all that. Yes, I know that I am a kind human. Yes, I make huge efforts to allow people their individuality. Yes! This slippery thing called ‘cat & mouse’ or ‘do they/ don’t they’ is so hard to handle. The fears of being judged because I am allowing myself the freedom to enjoy what I enjoy weighs heavily on my heart. I mean why does skin colour even have to feature in the minds of us so-called evolved and so-called civilized humans.

Can we really call ourselves civilized if we have not yet begun to live freely loving and living amongst eachother without trepidation and judgement.

A post on FB from a friend had me in tears lastnight for 🇿🇦.

This beautiful piano mix on Mixcloud provides some reprieve to the chaos in my heart. The heartache for my home country tears at the chords of my love. It is times like this that I wish I was the richest, most influential and powerful human alive that I could just fix the hearts of my broken country. The tears stream down my face because I know all too well that there is a way to heal the hate. I mean goodness knows that if I can overcome being raped as a child and the addiction cycle then each of us can overcome the perception of others. THE SOLUTION IS SO SIMPLE: STOP BELIEVING THAT EACH OF US IS EXCLUSIVELY RIGHT AND MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANOTHER.

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PIANO: DREAMING

DEAR #❤️🇿🇦🌈 / #❤️🌍🌈

The hope of a man rests in the experiences overcome. I wish that this little blog would and could be read by every human on this planet. Not so much for the sake of growing my blog to international fame. Already, in a small way, it has been read internationally over 29895 times. I know that that is an insignificant amount but it is impacting people. As the tears flow I weep for my world awry, I contemplate the years that have torn us apart so violently. When will we stop and just see the scars on each others faces and recognize the pains of victory. The victory is not in the most ‘fat cat’, but rather in the human taking the fight; win or lose. The bloodied brows of our children carry the scars of our lost humanity. I mean the other day somebody showed me the disturbing facts of the child sex trade. Like seriously world can we not see that we are FUCKING UP! (If you are offended by the harsh language, grow up. Be offended by children being used by adults for sex.) How much further do we want things to slide downhill before we take a stand for healing our brokenness. It starts with us coming out from behind our high walls; literally and figuratively. We are each others neighbour! It is not like we are neighbours with another planet that has occupants. The scientists, conspiracy theorists, UFO spotters and whatever else can keep their ideas until I, personally, have seen live evidence to prove otherwise. For now this planet is it. Global warming, increased natural disasters, people on anti-depressants, slaves for money, greed vs poverty, hate and murder. WORLD IT IS ENOUGH! I wish everyone would write their own life story. The stark reality will be found. That reality is that there is a universal love that has nurtured our spirits through all the mayhem of our lives. Mayhem that each of us has experienced. Mayhem that you and I have created and been privy to.This is the magic of the 12 Step Recovery program:

We step out of denial by admitting that we don’t know how to solve things.

Admit our part.

Put it out there that we need help, depending and hoping that there is a something out there to help us.

Observe how we change and what becomes truly important.

Once we are on a better personal footing, we share our experiences and help another by supporting their process. This is the hard part because we need to not be swayed to go backwards as they grow. This is where the testing of our new resolve happens. This is where our dependence on this HIGHER POWER LOVE is anchored in the steps towards a better self. I know this is true! Gosh, I have been through this so many times. As an example in 2007 I was doing 15 grams of amphetamines, 5x per week. Although I relapsed this last year…. I am nowhere near where I used to be. Although each of our journeys are individual, our experiences are not. In rehab hearing the life stories of all and sundry, one very quickly realizes that the shame we feel in our wrongdoings is universal.

THERE IS SOMETHING IN US THAT CRAVES BETTER! THAT IS HIGHER POWER OR IF YOU WILL THE GLOBAL CONSCIOUSNESS OF GOODNESS.

Give it a go!

YOU ARE SO WORTH IT, GET UP OFF THE FLOOR!

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BENEATH YOUR BEAUTIFUL

CHOOSE ❤️!

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽
•AJ
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DREAM IT

Time goes by!

So much has changed, is developing. I hardly recognize myself from 1 year ago. With my little startup rising, my home a far cry from the wicker garden bench that served as decor and my creativity reaching ever increasing heights, life is a magical experience. As I sit here the tears well up as 2 of my friends prepare to emigrate. Pastor Andy & Alison Barnard are perhaps the two most outstanding believers I have ever met. They grew my spirituality to levels that one can only dream of and inspite of my failings as an imperfect human, they continued to love me through every bloody struggle. Suffice, my heart mourns the loss of having 2 amazing humans a bit less accessible. Oh gosh how the tears weep.

The tranquil sounds of Zoltan Biro brings comforting conflict to my eina heart.

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ZOLTAN BIRO: CHILLOUT 266

I call the following piece, ‘PUNKED’. It is both magnificent and disturbing.

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ARIONSTYLIST: ‘PUNKED’ with Dr Tynan

I guess it is inevitable…. CHANGE!

In the article below, written by Dr Lisabeth Saunders Medlock for the Huffington Post, 7 steps to understanding, acceptance and finding contentment in tough circumstances go a long way to soothe frayed emotional nerve endings.

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HUFF POST: COPING WITH CHANGE

Over the years uprooting my entire life, some argue that I have never planted the roots in my life, has taught me a lot about being detached to stuff. If you are anything like me, hoarding stuff happens so quickly. By moving home regularly I have had to pass things often. Very quickly one learns that once a thing has served it’s purpose it gathers dust if we don’t release it to a more beneficial purpose.

IT IS THIS ACT OF ‘GAINING & GIVING’ THAT ALLOWS FOR AUTHENTIC CONNECTION TO OUR HIGHER POWER!

Rough stuff happens! None of us is exempt. Besides first learning to take care of our own personal lives, as best we can, we are solely responsible for how we respond to the ‘iron sharpening’ events in our lives. Thankfully a power greater than ourselves desires our success. We can rest assured that when we apply ourselves honestly to life things will grow us to be better humans.Each of us is highly prized, necessary and valuable to the path of life. Our actions create reactions. The obvious best choice is to align ourselves to a higher purpose. Everything starts with our choices. I know that I mess it up often but I have given myself the license to just be human whilst striving for better. ‘Conversations in a Cab 17’ touched on similar thoughts.

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CONVERSATIONS IN A CAB 17

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽
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