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MOOP*! And they innocently ask me “Kimmé, what does MOOP mean? Is that a new word in KimméSpeak?*”

“MOOP, my darling puddings means Matter out of Place.” And my poor SoulFamily sigh, as their children gather around for instructions on how to live on our beautiful planet. I settle down into an avant-garde lotus position – due to knee injury, and the future gathers around me for their story. This story that I will tell, and tell and shout and write. This story of the life I choose to leave for the future.

“Now Matter out of Place, tell me what is matter?”

“Matter is everything” says my shining darling Sparkle. “Zaklee, Sparkle. Matter is everything, except this matter is out of place. Like when Mommy tells you to put your toys back in their place, and you say, Noooooooooooo, I’m playing. Then matter (toys) are not in it’s place.”

I let them think about toys not being packed away. A few of my mates have wandered over to hear what latest hippyness I am instilling in their offspring, lucky for me, they are of my kind and feel the way I do and are more than happy for me to do this.

“Now remember when we all went to the mountain and your feet were burning cause you didn’t want to take your shoes? Remember the stream we walked in and the tree caves we built? Now imagine, that there was bubble bath in the stream with lots of bubbles” All of them together give exclamations ranging from Rad, Awesome and Yippee, depending on their ages. “That would be so cool” says Max. “Uh uh, no it wouldn’t.” says Sparkle, “the fishies wouldn’t be able to breathe and the dragonflies would get confused”. “Yeah, it would be cool,” I agree with Max “but Sparkle is right, the bubbles would be Matter Out Of Place. MOOP. Think if instead of bubble bath, it was oil, tin cans, ciggie butts or any kinda rubbish. I don’t think anything could live in that.”

“Then MOOP would be anything that would affect the living environment” for the older ones and precocious younger ones I explain. MOOP if used as a noun would be trace marks, left by human passing, as in grey water, burn scars on the land or landfills. We could say this would include our housing, shopping malls, vehicles and all the essentials of modern day living that we feel we can’t do without. In this day and age, I agree, It would be counter productive to try leave all this behind, we can however be very aware of the traces we do leave”

“Moop, used as a verb, in a sentence would be: We mooped Misty Cliffs beach, by Granny, for a whole day.” IOW, we cleaned up the MOOP of other peeps.

I am gifted by my mates, they allow me to entice awareness awake in their children, and sometimes, even in the adults.

How do you moop? Do you know your MOOP?

*MOOP is not a word of my making, it originated from Burning Man
*KimméSpeak is a word coined by someone else

Photo Challenge from Colonialist Well at least my defn. of 2 Subjects

Man and his Sax

Woman & Pink Piano

I said to LJ, this is the very best pici I’ve Ever taken of her. Excuse I had to blur for privacy, but ya with me . . .

Shooting for the Sky

Feet and BiggiD – Love - Love - Love

I reread what I wrote the other day, and then the comments under it and I realised something. Something about blood:

• I can bitch and moan ‘bout my family, so help anyone that joins me and is not one of my loves. I will become a defensive freak and my eyes go all slitty and I think just who the fuck do you think you are ripping my family off. We all feel that way, IMHO, about family. So my brothers can be the biggest cunts on the planet. Cool for me to say. You try say it and I will rip you to pieces. I felt a bietjie disloyal and wanted to delete the post, ah, but I thought long and deep about what I wrote and things clicked in the redhead’s kop.
• My hair is red again. I sometimes feel like I imagine Samson did, ya know the parable? About the dooode who got his strength from his long locks. Well I get mine from my colour I reckon. I was blonde and I felt I didn’t have me power. I am red and feel like me again. The final straw in the decision to change back, this even after I’d done the flippen roots! I ran into a mate at the grocery store and he reckons, OMF you look like a rock star, I wish you would be Kimmé again. I imagined a bad Cindy Lauper hair day. My hair is red again.
• Falling and bleeding is not the end of the world. If nothing is broken and it’s sore, cry abit if it makes ya feel better. But GET UP. GET UP and carry on, and don’t worry about abit of blood running down ya leg, ya clean it up with a saline solution and wash clothes in cold water. Don’t forget that time is passing while you thinking about the blood. GET UP and move on and learn and try not to fall again. If you do, so what, GET UP
• Blood, ah there is also SoulBlood. And sometimes you are connected to some few peeps with it. You use the same circulatory system and the same SoulBlood pumps through you that pumps through me. Much Love my SoulFamily.
• Please donate a pint if you are able. It is one of the biggest gifts you can give.

Blood keeps us all alive and yet we are so terrified of it, sometimes with good reason ie. HIV and AIDS and terminal illnesses, where blood counts are both blessings and curses. We all have it, yet so seldom do we talk about it or appreciate it.

Know what you put into your blood and what your blood does with it.

*All beings be Happy*

“What is that you holding?” my youngest boet asks me, as he stands at my bottom door while he sips my caramel vodka. Me, I look at him and think nope Girl, you can’t snarl, he’s just got here, “It’s called a chamois, have you never used it to dry the vehicle off?” “Oh haha, no I just tell my Dad to take my car to the valet”

“You realise he is my Dad too?” I say through clenched teeth. “Ja, but there is such an age gap between us all, I feel like an only child” as he helps himself to more of my wine from my fridge.

This was an hour into my youngest boets visit. Breathe– KimmeTing – Breathe! Now I had specifically no weed in my house, cause crazy Polish Stepmother would have me drawn and quartered if she knew I had given, her only pride and joy, the evil drug that the rest of us toke with casualness and reverence. I decide after his last comment, Not gonna happen and I make a plan. (I now have pictures of darling angel rocking the gunge! Bwaa haa haa)

My youngest boet, Sharl, is a first year Bio Chem student, bright kid with full running list of distinctions. Got a huge bursary too, quite unusual for a first year, so we all pretty proud of the bugger. But OMGosh, you know I love him cause he’s my boet and all, but I don’t always like him. He arrived at my house with 2 plastic bags of junk food, aaai teenagers, which he polished by the following morning. I don’t have fizzy cooldrinks or crisps or choccies etc at my spot.

We hit the party mile and I call for backup. “Jon, doooodle, kom bring jou missus. Ek sit hiersô by Hooters met Sharl” Oldest Boet, Jon arrives and stops me from killing the insufferable, self centred, little cunt and instead proceeds to not only get me completely shmangled, cause Imma light weight nowdays, but starts to kak me out too. Aaaaai my fok! A sample of the various things I got kakked out for, while the youngest and oldest propped each other up while drinking KWV and coke (sies! Sacrilege) Mamieta and myself went and boogied it down on the dance floor and then it started.

“Smile back at him, he smiled at you” Jon nudges me, none to subtlely. “I did, Dooode! Shudup now” Jon continues “No you see this is why you aren’t involved, cause you make yourself unavailable. You act like some kinda nun!” “Shudup Dooode, you drunk. Don’t go there” I warn him. “You believe in the ideal love, and it doesn’t exists. Look, you still hung up on Gordon and he’s dead, what it must be 15yrs now?” “10 years you Mofo and shut the fuck up now. Don’t even say his name” “ I will say his name, he was my friend too. See how hung up you are about him, being so rude to me about it. It’s the same as Him that shall not be named, you have to get over men quicker than you do. You waste time”

Jon and I have had i-shoes for a while, especially cause my Father dearest keeps asking him about my relationship status. “You’ve said to much,” I choon him, “but your missus is here, go to her and ask her to drive you home. This is the end of the conversation” “No it isn’t, you always hide away from this, Get. Over. The. Guys. You. Think. You. Love.” He spells it out like I am 15 yrs old again.

Sharl, who has never seen Jon and I argue in his life, starts laughing and shouts “Fight, Fight, Fight” At that stage I could’ve punched them both lights out, but they both bigger than me and I do love them, even if they are mean to me. Jon made up for it with abit of Rooibaardt this weekend, but youngest boet, well he is oblivious to having hurt my feelings. Aaaai teenagers! Next time, his friends and him can find somewhere else to squat, or go stay by Jon.

Opalized Ammonite.
One of my many loves. I have a love of the Earth, in more ways than one. I love the feel of the Earth, the taste of the Earth, the very smell of this ground I walk on.

The stones of the Earth, are my own personal reminder to my fleetingness (the nature of posts recently seem to be age) This fossil, which I am particularly taken with, and I collect with great heart and even greater respect is old, now Imma talking ancient. Yebo Baba, you aint nearly that age!

These beautiful fossilized shells and their creatures have been extinct for about 400 million years. Can you comprehend that? I can’t, it isn’t within my grasp.

The sizes can vary from a few millimetres to some examples of two metres. The shells were originally home to a marine like species, during the Jurassic and Cretaceous period, called Ammonoidea. They are similar to squid and octopus.

I hold an opalized ammonite and I feel time, TIME, I have a few of these very precious specimens around my home. One day all this beauty will be dug out of our Earth, one day we would have sold the last one. I keep these for the future, not necessarily my future, but a future that might find the love and enjoyment I get from them.

What are you fascinated by? What do you hold onto for the future?

 My Favourite things – Julie Andrews

He looked like he missed me so much. He said he did, it was a week before I could join everyone in the Kei.

A song of old – Red Hot Chili Peppers – Roadtrippin’

He would’ve been 40 years old tomorrow and I have an edge to me, that can almost bite right now. I try my best to control it. This happens at Anniversaries or Birthdays or those big days. Sometimes it just knocks me straight out of the blue. His twin sister still does not speak to me, that still makes me sad, but I do understand it. I wouldn’t speak to me.

I loved him and I gave him his keys.

I hope I live a life that would make him proud, a life he would understand.

I hope he would understand my dreams and know that I follow my path.

I hope I am doing and living as much as I can, for time is never guaranteed.

I hope – I hope – I hope.

Gently now as the water calls

Softly now as the sky falls

Lonely now without you

Strangely now I am true

To myself, and in all I do.

Gordy – - – Peace – - – Peace – - – Peace

Kimmy – - – Peace – - – Peace – - – Peace

Bhavatu sabba mangalam