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I wrote this story:  Kop. It means 'Head'.
It is a story based on memories I have about being a child. It is also about the experience that probably influenced my vegetarianism. Al the stories in the book are set on farms. The book is called: Die Melkweg het `n Ster Laat Val  or 'The Milky Way has Dropped a Star"

What is important about my story, though, is that it has taught me a lesson. Not the story itself but the act of writing it and showing it to somebody and actually getting it published.
The fact that I could do this amazes me. Even with my current (slightly negative state of mind), I was able, for a few moment, to click on 'send'. And it happened!

I am usually so aware of the fact that things won't happen (or rather 'might not'), that I don't even make the effort. I am realizing every day that this is such a futile way of looking at the world. I am trying to remind (and convince) myself that the world is a place of endless opportunities and options. It is up to us to use these to attain goals, dreams as well as our own truth.

When we were in the Kruger Park, this past month, I had the strangest, most vivid dream.
This was my first time on a safari. The whole experience was magical to me. This dream, although about something completely different, seemed to fit snugly into this twilight zone I found myself in. When you are in and amongst the wild creatures and bush, you do seem to feel more alive, more in touch with yourself when you are viewing yourself as part of nature.
(Although there are moment when you seem to feel so far from it. Especially when you leave and enter 'the real world'.)

Anyway, I had this strange dream. I picked up a book. On it I read my name and the title, which I still remember. I opened it and read the first sentence. Suddenly the opening scene of 'my' movie started playing. I remember a beautiful, lush, enchanted landscape. I knew the story.
I woke right after this scene. And I really felt like I had done something great.

And so.
I am working on ideas for my book. Maybe I could make this my destiny. I should try, at least.



(This is a picture taken at the book launch of the book in which my story has been published. This is a picture of the youngest and eldest contributers to the book. This lady standing beside me, Lydia Hendricks, is 80 years old and has published her first story!)