I am not religious. Nor do I consider myself to be particularly spiritual. However, in January I found myself experiencing a profound premonition that this year the subject of Climate Change would be important in my life.

January 2020

In January 2020, there were vague rumblings about a virus in China. It was far away. Probably like MERS and SARS it was something that would affect countries in Asia, but there was no inking in my mind that this virus would initiate a pandemic declared by the World Health Organisation a few weeks later.

September 2020

Now in September, we have just memorialised the terrorism tragedy of 9/11 2001. Noted that it is 6 months since we went into stage 5 of a lockdown in South Africa. We are in a deep economic recession. An awareness of the malignancy of class and race has emerged as a prime consideration.

The World Economic Forum is telling us that capitalism, as it has been practised in the west since WW2, is unsustainable. And, there is a growing acceptance that Climate Emergency is the responsibility of each and every one of us.

Introduction to Climate Reality

My nine-day introduction to becoming an Ambassador with Climate Reality opened up a new vista to me.

This worldwide organisation, initiated by Al Gore a decade ago, has now trained thousands of people around the world with an understanding of the part each individual can play in reducing their consumption and encouraging their peer group to educate themselves on the dangers of unwise and excessive purchases.

I felt the Pressure

I felt somewhat overwhelmed two days ago when I received information that as a Climate Reality Ambassador I was expected to participate in 24 hours of activism on Sunday 11th October. I was feeling daunted by these instructions. I needed to prepare a one hour talk to be presented either face to face or online on October 11th.

It was hoped that 3000 presentations would be given on this day by ambassadors from all over the world. I needed to play my part. This was indeed pressure. Having participated in the free online course about one month ago, I was feeling more and more anxious that my journey to climate activism had not yet started in earnest.

Reaching Out

Now, I had this commitment. So I reached out.

When I had participated in the online course about two months ago, I was part of a cohort of representatives from Africa. We had a WhatsApp group to share the joint meetings, activities and interests of the participants. This means of communication had been vital during the training, but had become somewhat quiescent in the interim!

I put my pride in my pocket, and reached out to the group: “An appeal:Is there anyone (preferably in Cape Town) who would like to work with me to discuss how we are going to work towards our presentation in October. I would love to share my ideas and motivation with someone!”

Little did I know that within 15 minutes I would find two delightful, talented, knowledgeable young women from our group responding with their cellphone numbers and email addresses?

Welcome Farzana

Farzana Prior has written two books “The Blood Bath has Begun – are we too late to save Humanity?” and “Covid-19 – which is the worst pandemic?” During our Zoom calls, when we were on the course, I had been excited to learn about Farzana’s chutzpah. She is a regular participant on Twitter where she advises Cyril Rhamaposa on the way he needs to manage Eskom. She is outspoken, knowledgeable and experienced in the world of Climate Activism.

Now, she is encouraging me and tells me she is there to support me.

This was sufficient for me to make my commitment to 24 Hours of Activism, and here is the invitation to my presentation.

Welcome Jackie

I was equally excited that Jackie May reached out to me. I had wanted to chat with Jackie who is in the design industry and is actively promoting climate-friendly procedures within the world of fashion. She has masterminded a prize for the South African fashion manufacturers. Awards are offered for those businesses whose policies most profoundly demonstrate climate-friendly industrial procedures.

Visible Mending

Jackie and I got to talking about Visible Mending. For many years beading and patchwork have been two of my hobbies. When making my own clothes, or upgrading bought garments, I have been fond of adding my personal touch to these items. Adding beading, or embroidery, or tassels to my clothes has been a pastime for many years.

As Jackie and I discussed, invisible mending is out of date, it is now Visible Mending which demonstrates the wearer’s noble commitment to lowering their consumption of fabric. I was so excited when Jackie and I, discussed the possibilities to co-develop our ideas on enlarging this new creative pastime.

We would be able to creatively and constructively work on the art of extending the life of clothing.

Thanks, Jackie and Farzana – there is nothing to stop me now!

Read more about these endeavours on the Front Page of my blog!




I was initiated into Mindfulness and Meditation through an academic route by undertaking a two year diploma course at our local university.   However, I have become aware of the debt that is owed to Buddhism for its unique and valuable contribution to our present understanding of the human condition, so have frequently attended meditation sessions at a local Buddhist Centre.  When I learned that this centre has a Bardo group which meets monthly, my curiosity was piqued and I had my initiation into a Death Café this afternoon.

Death and dying form an integral part of the Buddhist tradition, a subject which is openly discussed in the East, but a topic that is surrounded by taboos in the West and only vocalised under very explicit circumstances.   I have attended numerous meetings at this particular Buddhist Centre and meditate there regularly, but was feeling a little out of my comfort zone attending this gathering which was so boldly and openly being called a Death Café.   Curiosity and my need to experience novel events allowed me to overcome my trepidation.

Between death and our next rebirth the Tibetans believe we experience an intermediate gap; this gap is called the Bardo.    Whilst I do not have a belief in rebirth, I was interested to learn the Buddhist way of supporting people in the last stages of their earthly existence.   The term bardo can additionally be more loosely used for describing any space that occurs between two states.   The transition from sleep to wakefulness, or the interval between meditating and coming back to interacting with the present moment, are also considered to be states of Bardo.

A group of about fifteen people were gathered for the meeting which the facilitator opened with some guidelines for the participants. She informed us that there were other Death Cafés operating in and around Cape Town.   Each gathering followed its own procedures and there did not exist any ideal protocol or favoured procedure.   Without being prescriptive a Death Café is a space for the participants to share their ideas and emotions around their personal experiences of the death of loved ones, with participants acting as support for each other.   It is a space in which people are encouraged to talk about their own experiences, rather than to engage in deep psychological theory.   People from all religious denominations are welcome to the group which includes non-believers and sceptics, as well.  The usual rules around confidentiality were mentioned as well as the need for everyone to be given a chance to express themselves.

The rationale for people attending this Saturday afternoon meeting were many and varied, as were the ages of those present which ranged from a young woman in her 20’s, to others of middle age and a few seniors, as well.

Many of the more senior participants spoke about their difficulty in disposing of their physical possessions.   One lady spoke about how she had sold many hundreds of books, but still had many beautiful books, illustrated with beautiful Tibetan objets d’art which she never looks at, but she nonetheless could not bear to part with them.   A middle aged gentleman spoke about how his memorabilia were packed away in a large bin in his garage.   He knew he would never look at the contents but was unable to part with material of such a personal nature.   Someone else spoke about her elderly mother spending time sitting in her wheel chair in the garage.   Her redundant possessions were stored in this external area and she spent time sharing the space with her beloved possessions.

It made me wonder whether this attachment to objects was a characteristic of this particular generation.   With today’s move toward minimalism, maybe the present generation of young people will not have the same feelings about their possessions when they reached the end of their life!

I became aware of the value of placing my reminiscences into a digital format with my personal blog posts living in an electronic format which does not pollute any land space.    Whilst listening to these reports about hanging on to belongings, I felt pleased I had instructed friends and family some years ago to forgo giving me presents on the occasion of my birthday.   I had reached the stage where physical things had started to lose their importance.   I have everything I need.

Varied experiences of difficulty around the acceptance of death were articulated.   In one instance the daughter did not want to discuss the funeral arrangements with her elderly mother.  This lady had definite ideas around how this last rite should be commemorated and because of her daughter’s reluctance to speak about it she had written detailed instructions to be followed on her death.   In other instances participants mentioned the problems they had when elderly family members were not prepared to accept they were at the last stage of their life.   They refused to talk about arrangements around their death.

There were differing opinions on the terminology to use in describing the state of death.   Someone took strong exception to bereaved people talking about their next of kin as having “passed on.”   She felt the use of the direct terminology was important.   “People do not pass on,” she proclaimed, “people die.”   No euphemisms were permissible for this lady.

The constructive meeting ended with the facilitator giving us the chance to quietly attend to any strong feelings we may be experiencing and to consciously and mindfully accept their presence as an integral part of the human condition.   I may well attend a similar meeting in the future.   The discussion was valuable.

“If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to. If you are not afraid of dying, there is nothing you cannot achieve.” — Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

As a newcomer to the ritual of writing a regular blog, I am developing fresh ways of evaluating my daily experiences.   The mundane has become a possibility.   An ordinary event may just be an opportunity.   What would in the past been passed off as mundane has now become a possibility for creating a worthy piece of writing.  I am discovering that unexpected opportunities lie in many unlikely places as long as one retains an “appreciative eye”, and exercises an open mind to experiences as they happen.

Whilst it is New Year’s Eve today in Cape Town, and a hot summer day I decided to drive into the city because I had a library book which had become due, and I was in danger of having to pay a fine.   I had a serendipitous experience as I bumped into two acquaintances with whom I had been friendly during my days at the University of Cape Town some 60 or more years ago.   They suggested I join them for lunch – an invitation I gladly accepted.

Whilst I had seen both Marilyn and Rona around at various local functions during the intervening decades, and I had had numerous casual chats with both of them, this was the first time for many years that I was actually joining them for a meal which presented the opportunity to catch up with their activities.

It was with some degree of pride that I opened the discussion by reporting on my visit to the Isle of Lesbos in June a few months ago, where I attended a memoir writing course.   “Oh”, says Rona, “you are writing your memoir as well.   Everybody seems to be doing that these days.  Marilyn has already published her book of family reminiscences   “A somewhat dismissive comment.” I thought and felt, but decided to proceed unabashed with my next question.  I had been told by my writing teacher that 60,000 words are a necessary tally for an adequate memoir. “So,” I asked, “how many words did you write for your publication?”   That question threw her out a bit.  “I don’t know how many words it was,” she said, ‘but it was 200 A4 pages when it was completed.”

I changed the subject with my next question.  “What was the name of your book?”   “Many Lives,”  she answered.   Her story had started with a letter written by her grandfather, followed up by recounting information of her father’s generation, and subsequently a history of her husband’s family, as well.   To finish it off her children had each added their reflections.   I was aware during this conversation that this comparing of our personal attempts at articulating our story was a novel and somewhat challenging experience for me.

I went on to say that I am intending to set up a website and create a blog so that I can arouse some interest in the work I do facilitating small groups in which we discuss Conscious Ageing for Seniors.   “But, blogging is something anyone can do!” says Marilyn.  “True,” I retaliated, ‘but anyone can write a book, as well.”   Marilyn defended herself, “But a book needs an editor and a publisher.”   “Not so,” I responded, “today anyone can write a book.   No editor is needed and no publisher is required if you create an ebook.”

Marilyn graciously agreed with my rationale and offered her apologies.  It was no problem for me to acknowledge her ability to rectify the situation, and in turn, I had the opportunity to follow up with a story I had received on WhatsApp that morning.  “If a man apologises when he is right, that means he is “honest.”   If he apologises when he is not sure, it means he is “wise.”   And, if he apologises when he is wrong, that means he is “husband”

At the same restaurant, I met a friend who had just celebrated her 80th Birthday.   I am still getting used to the idea that I have been around for such a long time.   “Am I an old woman yet?” I am wondering.

Tracey Ford, the mother of a 17 year old boy who was shot dead at an ice-skating rink in London, some years ago has wisely said, “Forgiveness is not saying that what happened was OK, it’s being able to say within your heart that you accept what’s happened and you won’t let it stop you living a life or seeing humanity in the person who has hurt you.”

A frequently quoted life enhancing statement by survivors of the Holocaust of WW2 is, “We can forgive, but we will not forget.”

And, what did Nelson Mandela proclaim? “We must strive to be moved by a generosity of spirit that will enable us to outgrow the hatred and conflicts of the past.”

The topic of forgiveness has come up for me because next week I will be facilitating two meetings on Conscious Ageing when this subject will be the main item for discussion.    Whilst I have been running groups on conscious ageing,  for more than ten years, now I have taken on the role of a ‘blogger’ I have decided to incorporate my postings into this facilitation process.   So the current posting will act as both an introduction for the participants at the meeting, and hopefully the source of food for thought for the readers of this blog.

Stocism is a Hellenistic Philosophy which was developed in the 3rd century BC and has a very practical approach to life and living.   The central tenet of Stoicism reminds us that our dissatisfaction in life tends to depend on our reflexes rather than logical reactions to life events.  Buddhist philosophy and the Stoic belief system have a common thread running through their philosophy of how to live the good life. It is not what happens to you in your life that causes difficult emotions like hurt feelings, but it is rather your response to life events. So these unconscious reactions need to be transformed by the cognitively conscious part of the mind.  Once you are able to understand the reason for the unconscious wounding, the logic behind your reaction; then you are better able to deal with those feelings and forgive the perpetrator.

As many of you are aware, one of my ways of exercising my body and my mind is by participating in playing croquet.   This sport allows one to exercise both the mind and the body whilst at the same time having the opportunity to socialise with both partner and opponent.   I believe that intrinsic to the game of the croquet there is an exercise in forgiveness.

When I was recently telling my tennis playing companion about my love of croquet the response was, “But I have heard that is a most unfriendly game as it involves hitting the opponent’s ball away from the hoop.   Don’t you find you feel anger at having your beautifully placed ball sent far away from the target by your opponent.”   “But, it is just a game,” comes the obvious response.” Just as others will hit my opponent’s ball away, so they will in turn do the same to me.”   The procedures intrinsic to the game becomes excellent training in not taking offence.   The result – there is nothing to forgive!

Many senior people today were brought up in an era when youngsters were punished for making mistakes, either in school or in life.   This early life conditioning places us in the position where we may tend to want to punish those who have seemingly wronged us in our adult life.   This may be the unconscious and automatic reaction, but not necessarily the logical response to the hurt.    We can all make silly mistakes.   Today there is more enlightenment in the knowledge of child rearing.   There is a greater recognition of children’s rights.    Maybe the current generation of school goers will feel the need for forgiveness less often.

The practice of meditation is not easy for beginners.   The natural reaction is to think one is not getting it right.   “How can I attend to my breath when all these thoughts keep raging through my mind?   I think of all my tensions, and all the jobs which I need to get done.”   However, part of the rationale for developing a meditation practice is the training that is offered in self-forgiveness.   There is no wrong way to meditate.   Once you have set the attention, and go through the motion of bringing your attention back to your breath as soon as you realise it has wandered, then you are fulfilling the practice.   You do not need to forgive yourself.   There is no wrong way to meditate.    Those people who have the resolve to stick at meditation practices will probably find the ability for self-forgiveness is considerably enhanced.

One of my favourite personal stories relates to an anecdote which goes back some thirty years.  I was dining at home with my husband Joe, and our brother-in-law John arrived at the front door for a visit.   Bonzo, our black Labrador barked when he heard the knock on the front door,   I chastised him.   “Bonzo,” I said, “that is Uncle John at the front door.  You do not need to bark at him, you know he is our friend.”   To which Joe spontaneously responded, “But Bonzo is allowed to make a mistake.   You must forgive him.   He is only human.”