Friday, 20 December 2013

A good moon rising

Thursday night at about 9pm we had just closed the shop, and I was making my way home on my Vespa. Crossing over the bridge and onto the circle on ramp to the highway I saw the moon, it was huge and hung low over the Durbanville hills, bright and gold, it felt like you could reach out and touch it. Swinging around on the on ramp Table Mountain came into view with the sun setting behind it, this huge beautiful black mountain with the most spectacular vignette from aquamarine to indigo to black, behind it as the darkness fell.
I had just spent 10 solid hours tattooing and was really exhausted, but this beautiful vision could, no, would not be ignored and the message that came with it either, you really are your nickname Mr Lucky.
Lucky to live in such a beautiful place, but that's just the tip of the iceberg, I have two brothers, a wonderful person with two amazing kids in my life, and my child little Laika,  but those are the obvious ones, I am lucky all the time, my shop is doing well, I am surrounded by some of the most awesome friend anyone could hope for. I am lucky because I have the most awesome client base that is constantly growing, and lucky because they choose me to do what I love most, tattoo them. Lucky because ... hell there is so much and I could go on indefinitely, and this is not the reason for the post.  At this time of year saying thank you is something we do, and it ends up sounding glib, just lip service, but I don't care cause I always feel like this, and that is grateful, grateful for everything, the beauty, patience, compassion, love, happiness, health and on and on and on.... that I have in my life, so thank you, thank you so very much, form the very bottom of my heart thank you.

Saturday, 14 December 2013

Depressed

I feel depressed today, infact the malaise has followed me most of the week like a turd stuck to the bottom of my shoe, no matter how hard you get rid of it, you can always smell it there.
Today we bury Nelson Mandela, I don't call him Tata, or any other term of endearment, I never met him, or had selfies done with him, or even got close to him, but if you live in South Africa, you sure have felt his presence. It's sad cause I don't mourn the man, as I know that as one, he had he's shortcoming as we all do, but the passing of a way of thinking and behaving, the passing of menchkite.
I feel that people can be judged by the way they treat those unable to protect themselves, and if anyone stood for those most in need, he did, but that's not why I'm depressed, I'm depressed that after such a great example, we have learnt sweet fuck all.
When last did you reach out to someone or something in need, done something selfless? When last did you not put yourself, or those really closest to you first, and just gave?
That abandoned dog needing a shelter, you just passed hoping that the image would not be seared into your mind forever, and you go home and wash it away with beer and tv. You can just pass it off by saying "well I just can't help everyone" why can't you? what stops you? I never gave without getting something in return, my menchkite, and not that I consider myself a mench, far from it, but this isn't just about me, though it starts with me I know.
I don't believe in Christmas, and all that shit, but if it for one day makes you grateful for what you have, then I'm all for it, perhaps it might make you think about those that have nothing.
I"m rambling now in a mixed up world, spinning in melancholy, so I won't bore you any further, all I ask is if you read this far, today of all days, be a mench

I mentioned being a “mensch” and I was not really clear on what it means. A good friend and client brought this in for me, it’s part of an article written by Charlotte Cohen, and it sums it up well.

What is a honourable mensch
It is a voice, and the understanding behind it.
It is the eyes, and the intelligence behind them.
It is the recognition that support is needed, and asked for, giving it
And the kindness that lies behind all of that.
It’s keeping quiet when one ought and speaking when one should and knowing the difference.
It’s giving praise deservedly and encouragement unreservedly.
It’s standing up for what is right, standing up for ones own rights and standing up for a friend.
It’s thinking with one’s heart and acting with one’s mind.
It’s the fusion of up to date views with old fashioned values.
Always maintaining a sense of honour, and always sustaining a sense of humour.
A mensch is a person one can trust, who’s non-judgemental and plays fair.
A mensch sees the world as ‘we’ not ‘I’
A mensch is always there.
A mensch is a manifestation of the human spirit, using the inimitable character that lies within , and the infinite energy that lies beyond.

Thanks Sari.

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