WWHD - code name for a cool friend, who at her sister's 30th birthday, said in her strong and beautiful Afrikaans accent she doesn't train away (halle flippin lujah for that) something along the lines of... "It is wonderful to bare witness to the lives of those around you". Sigh - it was one of those moments.
WWHD is one of the most honest people I know. She's refreshing. She has retained her child like honesty - rare in this world. Another person who is one of the most honest I know, plagues me when I read through my writing because I imagine his reactions. Once, he said to me, "Why do you always wear clothes that are too small for you?". He also once said to a reborn christian who worked with his wife, "I hate Christians". And, he hated my baby shower because of all the "emotional ooooooo stuff".
So MW - if you ever, ever get to read this - and I know the chances are flippin slim... I know, I know - all emotional stuff - but it flippin is what it is.
And with that said, here's another exert from the emotionally driven, "Things of my place".
Ballet Theatre Afrikaan (For Thoriso Magongwa - written in 2001)
You danced. Your spirit, expressing itself through your art, shaping your face. Your art, your passion has made you beautiful. So beautiful that you transend gender and stand as beauty in its own place. So beautiful that I cannot take my eyes off of you. Your limbs, your extension, your presence.
And then I feel sadness, sadness at all of this - that I only see now. I have past faces that are worn, weary, wrinkled, wry. And it starts me thinking about how experience can shape a face.
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