"The butchery itself was a long low structure, into which customers gained access through a swinging fly-screened door.
Overseen by the butcher in his bloodstained overalls, the interior consisted of counters that displayed the produce in a way that would probably be right at home in the current resurgence of authentic meat suppliers – frilly parsley, scalloped tomatoes and citronella candles would only arrive with the influx of franchises in a few year’s time. Notably, the St Helena Bay butchery was also one of the few places that practiced integration in a time when “whites only” signs divided towns and legitimized discrimination. Serving everyone from holidaymakers to farmers and the fishing community, the butchery was the only place for anybody to get thick-cut bacon, strings of boerewors piled haphazardly next to fresh lamb chops and kraakers – a form of fatty sausage that could be cooked over hot coals on the blade of a clean shovel. This was the time before buzzwords like organic and grass-fed were prevalent and when the concept of feedlots and genetic modification sounded Orwellian.
Today all that is left of the butchery is a ruin – mournful in it’s dereliction. The pitched corrugated iron roof is sagging, the rafters having been hacked out for firewood, the glass of the windows has been smashed, the counters torn out and the doors stolen. Inside is a profligate mess of self-destructive human vice – bar the rather skilful rendering by an unknown artist of two fishing trawlers scratched into the peeling plasterwork. But apart from this, the cheerful chirruping of the starlings that nest in what’s left of the eaves are the only antithesis to the moan of the wind through the empty rooms. Small wildflowers peep through the original stone masonry at the building’s base but otherwise it is entirely dormant, standing alone and crumbling in an open field next to the road.” Musings on a time gone by in St Helena Bay.
We ALL have a dream. What Is Your Dream Made Of?
Since I was a little girl, I’ve always been a #dreamer. Deep down I knew that I had a calling to move to a foreign country and pursue my path to be in service to this world.
Visiting New York was an emotional experience for me because to me this city has always been vivid symbol of our human capacity to dream infinitely big, and transform what seems impossible to a plethora of possibilities. ———-
🌎🌙🌎 My story: 👇🏻
•I didn’t know what my journey would entail until I started it.
• I decided to become a licensed health coach because my heart led me to it.
• My heart led me to it because I began the journey of self-healing.
• I began the journey of self-healing because five years ago my body, mind and heart were completely disconnected. • My heart, mind and body were so disconnected because I wasn’t daring to step into the journey of healing and authenticity. • I wasn’t daring to embrace my path because I was scared.
• I was scared because I felt alone in my struggles and not willing to ask for help.
• Once I asked the Universe for help... I received it, and my whole life transformed.
☄️💥🌟 Never Give Up On Your Dream...❌
It will manifest for you when you’re ready. But you will never be ready, unless you begin to work towards it.
As my favorite quote by Goethe says: “Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius and magic in it. Begin it now.” 🙏🏼👋🏻💫
If life gives you #Tallinn, take it. Take it and run. The visa for #Estonia is easy to get. There are so many things to do in the city—from partying and shopping to trekking and eating fresh meals from the #BalticSea.
The capital has legacy and culture, good food and interesting people. Walk on the beach or stay in a remote @airbnb. This amalgamation of nature and city life, the old and the new is the #EuropeanTwist you’ll not see anywhere else. Besides, it’s not on every tourist’s travel agenda, so you will have more space to yourself, more greenery to yourself.