Say Hello… to amazing!

Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a band that is already beyond it’s time, a band that makes me feel like I am looking back on my life. John Wizards (click here and go and fall in love)

These videos are brilliantly brought to you by my amazing friends at Glow LDB (click here and be amazed!)

and here is one more to shake you up while you have  your morning tea….


2013 in review

Last year I received the same kind of report and decided to keep it private, this year I am doing things a little differently. Here is a summary of my Blog’s annual report!!

Thank you all for visiting this Blog and commenting and pulling me aside to discuss the contents in person and for all the private emails, messages and phonecalls. You are my fuel!

A super-special tack to “The stats helper monkeys” who prepared this 2013 annual report for my blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 8,700 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

My work ignites me!

Since I have started working at my new job (which doesn’t feel so new at times) I have been completely stimulated by the conversations, insights and knowledge that I have been encountering.

I can not begin to describe how overflowing my cup is at this very moment. I feel like a school-child learning new things every single day. I didn’t think it would be possible to feel this way about my work. And to think hat I get paid to be here makes me even happier.

Let’s just say that since I have started working here I am realising more and more the importance of cities and their huge potential to become hubs of inclusivity, productivity and creative engagement. (Please note that I am fully aware that these words do very little to describe the kind of vibrant city I am speaking on, but they are all I have for now)

Here is a little video I cam across which gives a little glimpse into the kind of work that has been done in the city of Medellin in Colombia. I am a HUGE fan of what has happened in that city and how it has come about. Some of you know that I have put a lot of love and energy into 100in1day Cape Town as I see this a potential new form that could solve a lot of current global and local issues. Glocal solution finder 🙂

This is what I love about what has happened in Medellin

Please click this link to access the video on the Monocle website




Source of image – here

Important things for Didi to remember…

This weekend marks the first gasp of breathe upon reaching the shore after a long, deep swim in the waters of hard work.

What better way to unwind and reflect than to spend a weekend in a wonderful wooden home on a mountain overlooking the sea?

A busy train ride to the seaside transported me to a totally different space. One of the things I appreciate most about this place I call home. That it is possible to hop on a train and be by the seaside.

This weekend highlighted to me some really important things. Things that I very often forget and take for granted. Here’s my top 5 list of important things for Didi to remember:

  • Surround yourself with strong women: Powerful women replenish my energy levels, they hold a deep understanding like no other. Remember to connect with them in order to remember that which you forgot that you have forgotten.
  • Drink Tea: There is some ancient wisdom that comes in each tea-leaf. This wisdom enters through your taste buds and stays and restores some kind of calm. (I discovered PMS tea this past weekend. What a wonderful invention, made up of a concoction of wholesome herbs)
  • Read a book: In my rush of getting things done, I have been reading loads, staying up late cramming into my brain; information about some serious topics to be used in my daily work. This weekend I packed a book I bought in Belgium that has been lying patiently by my bedside, wishing me goodnight and goodmorning each day for months. We re-connected again. I had lost touch with how good it feels to travel to some other place, using words and the imagination as a decorated vehicle.
  • Sunsets are a free reset button and sunrises are a reminder of the blank canvas that is each new day: A kind, gentle reminder to breathe and let it go. Let it go. Whatever has happened has happened and the only way is forward. Let it go.
  • Long baths offer some healing for the body and soul: I’ve mentioned in this Blog a few times before; the power of healing that water holds. I was very quickly and beautifully reminded of that by taking a wonderful hot bath with oils this weekend. I want a bathtub! I’m not sure how. But I do!

The last 3 days have been a gift from heaven, thank you to my beautiful friends for this. Next week is more of the same with a different pocket of friends and the next week sees me playing bridesmaid for a good friend of mine who is marrying another really good friend of mine. How lucky! I am nervous and excited. Mainly nervous because I don’t know if I’ll fit in the dress…eeek! Time to get jogging!

November looks like it will be the soft bed I’ve been fantasizing running home to jump up and down on!


Okay, Okay, more like….


Source of image 1 – here

Source of image 2 – here

More about the work I have been immersed in in the next post…

Every trickle is important…

My neglect of this blog is with good reason. I have been super busy working with a team of amazing people getting 100in1day Cape Town ready for this Saturday!

I have also realised in this time that there is some release I miss from not blogging. Because blogging is actually some sort of therapy. Your thoughts and comments are my therapy. My little string that I throw into the murky, scary, unknown water of the virtual world, it returns with little notes and gifts tied to it. That is what I have been missing.

So much has transpired since we last were in touch. Such high highs and such low lows…

Today I opened my blog to find some highly unexpected news. My blog is attracting 84 views per hour?!!

Unbelievable. And to think that I haven’t updated it in so long. Probably the longest I have gone.

So I guess this is me realising that every single drop counts. Who ever thought I would have this many people interested in what I have to share?

So this is a small way of saying, I am here, thank you for your visits and I have missed you all.

More soon.

In the meantime hold on to this: an invitation to a workshop and meetup tomorrow in Cape Town

final workshop (compressed)


Rising from the ashes…

I’m not much of a poet. So far,all my  poems have been unleashed onto bits of paper, receipts, worthless lottery tickets, discarded notepads and my wall.

This trend is not about to end.

However, after a little spark that happened a few moments ago I will share this melody of words.

Life is designed to burn us, like children learning what is right and what is not so for us. We touch and taste and smell and embrace. Sometimes we burn. Some burns are little slaps on the wrist and some are 3rd degree burns that feel like they will never heal. But they always do. They may heal and remain scars that are a constant reminder of a harsh distasteful experience or time in our lives. But no matter how bad the burn. We always hold the ability to heal. Somewhere in the chaos that is our souls we find the right ointment to soothe. Because we hold the potential to be our own doctors, therapists, elders and friends. We are a complex network of yet to be discovered sources of solutions and healing. ALWAYS know that. As you clutch your coat tightly against the blizzards of daily life. Clutch on with the belief of an end to that particular storm. Don’t be fooled, the blizzards will keep coming but they will also always come to an end.

This past few weeks have been something so dark and teeth grindingly painful and yet this storm is slowly calming and that long awaited end of the blizzard is beginning to show itself…

Thank you that I know this.

Know this. burns

The dating mis-adventures of Didi

Very recently I cried myself to sleep. It made me so sad that I had nobody to hold at night. But deeper than that, it was deep dissatisfaction with who I found myself to be. I found myself questioning every single part of myself. My looks, my smell, my hair, my finances, my outlook, my path so far, my eating habits, my hobbies, me everything.

I began to question where I went wrong, why was I not worthy of love? The kind of love I felt I deserved that particular evening.

The sadness I felt that night stayed with me a for a long time to come and it forced me to re-think and re-work some aspects of my life. I wrote a poem which now lives on my wall. It is titled “I am enough” and goes on to detail why I deserve the best and am the best no matter what, whether I have a lover or not. Another favourite discovery was this here quote:ggg

Since then I have lightened up a little and have decided to have a little fun with my predicament. Seriously, the tears of sadness have been replaced with tears of laughter, the kind that roll down your cheek and often result in the contribution towards a 6-pack. Yes. I have been looking at my dating history and laughing at my timeline.

At some point I remember being wooed by a guy who had a pet stuffed parrot. Yes, a PET, STUFFED, PARROT. This guy proceeded to romance me with evening phonecalls where he would proudly divulge that he was reading articles about cadavers… this did little to quieten my suspicions that I might soon be turned into a real life cadaver that would reside in a freezer in some basement that “he knew nothing about”. The thing with me is that I love uniform, he was a marine. A marine who sailed with a STUFFED PET PARROT perched on his shoulder. I think no.

Then there are the numerous times I have found myself in the friendzone dumping ground, I have done some market research and have subsequently discovered that the main reason behind this, is that I am TOO NICE. Please re-read that sentence and once you have made sense of it explain it to me.

I have since taken stock of this diagnosis of friendzone by too-niceness to heart and have taken some time away from Cape Town where I spent days in the highveld sun reading “Why men marry bitches”  a book that was not particularly well written but quenched my thirst for understanding what exactly it was about my nice-girl attitude and way of being that made me a friend zone ragdoll. After pages of what seemed like strange advice, I get it. Be aloof, get a man. Pay no attention they will come running.

I haven’t managed to put this into action, if anything I have a sealed envelope beside me which I plan on dropping off at a friends place on my way home, a friend who might be a little minor crush, I’m not telling.

The problem is that I like who I am, I like that I write people notes and hand written letters and drop them off. I like creating experiences that make people go “wow”, I like being nice.

Given this finding I have decided to start a project. This project is going to be undertaken by my alterego – little miss-match. Let’s call it a social experiment called 7evendays 7evendates.

You will meet her soon enough. She is busy fixing her outfit and preparing her profile image. She is somewhat of a character. The project itself will have you glued to the blog. Just watch.

There is more where these misadventures come from including drunk dialling my crush who I subsequently refused to kiss…(more on this later), a marriage proposal to James Blake and much more.

This piece is meant to quench a mini thirst…