Through the Looking Glass

I visit psychics… it keeps me sane and it’s cheaper than conventional therapy. Also – I don’t have to look too closely at my shadow self. When I tell Analize about my latest psychic visit she pulls this face. It’s a face that says “you are a gullible idiot and I’m right now questioning your ability to think in an intelligent way”. Of course she would be saying that quietly in her head so it would be in Afrikaans and I wouldn’t understand her if she blurted it out anyway… but that look. I know that look. The tilted head and the pursed lips and the frowny brow. But also the laughing eyes. So I know with Analize that I can be who I am and say what I say and believe what I do and she will accept it and me with a pinch of salt. She makes this amazing merlot salt btw which I cook with all of the time now. So you see, she goes the extra mile to be one of my bestest besties.


I believe in guides and ancestors and animal spirits and a world beyond this world. It drives me nuts not knowing everything about the universe and the Universe (there’s that look again… I see it my friend) and so I go to psychics to try to find the elusive wormhole into a world that surely would make more sense to me. I’ve started telling people that I’m an alien and I have an elaborate explanation of “proof” to back it up (I will explain in a follow up blog), but while I’m abandoned by my peeps to live on this Earth, I filter everything through the lens of irony. Which is why I need friends like Analize. Because what’s the point of going through life crying with laughter if you’re crying alone. It’s like that saying about the tree falling in the forest and did it really happen? Such confusion! So Analize is my witness to, and very often the reason for, my uncontrollable mirth at the ridiculousness of life on Earth. I mean – Donald Trump is the president of the USA. Wow! Bush to Obama to Trump. America has a bad case of bigot schizophrenia. At least here in Africa we are solidly consistent – Zuma, Zuma and.. you know it… Zuma. But I digress…


Where was I? Oh yes… So Analize and I have been through hell (that look again) together. It’s hard on both sides of that fence. And sometimes it’s touch and go but neither of us has the luxury of checking out. There was a time years ago when I dropped 10kgs watching my father fade away from cancer, all the while dealing with an emotionally abusive partner, and Analize was there holding me strong every stumbling step of the way. Then it was my turn to watch her heart break and then her turn and then my turn and then…yet through it all we have memories of laughing until it hurts. I don’t really know why, but we seem to be eternal optimists and we have discovered (we’re brilliant that way) this odd phenomenon of the essence of life being magnified somehow by the glass that holds a really good wine. And so we seek out the experience often. And because we’re narcissists and queens of hyperbole… we have decided to share this crazy, crazy journey with you. So climb aboard and hold onto your Jason Mraz hat!

(PS You may learn a whole new language called PQ.)

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