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Holistic Gazette
September 2017 Issue

Good Morning Sunshine

Choosing a name is very important. Be it for a child, a boat, new business; great deal of time and thought is placed into it.

I am often asked why I chose the name Fayre as opposed to market, for The Holistic Fayre, Bothasig

fayre noun (event)
an old-fashioned spelling of fair, used to talk about a traditional public event where goods are bought and sold and where there is entertainment: Cambridge dictionary

Generally speaking, a fair is 'a gathering of stalls and amusements for public entertainment', whereas fare is 'a range of food' (Concise Oxford Dictionary, 1999). However, the archaic (15th to 17th century) spelling fayre is confusingly used for both words by those who think it lends 'an historick flavour'.

Fayre is olde english aspiring to be traditional and lovely and warm chestnuts, entertainment, food, stalls, colour, music, laughter in your mind .. Yes, even a gypsy or two foretelling the future.

Eleven years ago, I was embarking on a new road, opening the door to spiritual lifestyle in the Northern Suburbs of Cape Town, and area that is very conservative and traditional.

Do you think The Holistic Fayre has succeeded?

Love and light
Nina
021-558-5913
082-637-7416

Making the Connection

Grieving allows us to connect the dots. Eventually. If we allow ourselves the space and time to express an innermost part of our nature. Working, crying, routine, laughter, resting and anger are all subjects in our army or to be used as ammunition in our rifles. When things don't work out as we've perfectly planned, we become angry at ourselves for not seeing it coming and not being prepared well enough.

That's where grieving takes a place at the table. We grieve because of lost dreams, judgement and anger at ourselves and visions of who we are that have become blurred. If we sat down and expressed to each other our deepest desires, we would be shocked that the yearning is still there, hidden beneath the denial, addiction and fear. It is the denial of this yearning that brings on the trauma. We stack the odds so high in order to not attain what we want for ourselves. We become masters of deceit and our disguise is a heavy armoured suit.

How can we break out of jail if we don't know how to grieve? Grieving takes a lot from you, but you better know that it gives as good as it gets. Sorrow, heartache and sadness is grieving for what was, what never will be and what needs to be accepted. It's human nature and there isn't a pill to make it go away.

Dominique Jones


	14 Willoughby Close_ Stapleton_ Bristol - where Barbara lived

Barbara Johnson
by Reg Grant

Barbara and I met in 1958 when we were both working for a company in Bristol. She was an 18 year old blond and such a beautiful girl. I was 33 and married but love blossomed between us. Our relationship flourished and we went for a drink at a local pub. We had a great time together and after driving her home and stopping on the way for a lovely cuddle I was left with the dilemma of where do we go from here? At a later date we took a day off and went to the seaside. It was then that Barbara asked if I would get her a flat. It was quite clear that she wanted somewhere we could be together.

5 February 2007. Some 49 years later when I was living in Cape Town and Barbara was in the Afterlife I became aware of her presence. She looked sad and then she made the comment 'You ruined my life'. She went on 'You were the love of my life. I never loved like that again'. I asked what more could I have done and she replied 'Make love to me'. Then I asked what if she had become pregnant and she said that would have been wonderful. 'We would then have been together'.

I said that I thought that 'walking away from you' was the best thing I could do. She replied that it was the worst. 'I never got over our love affair' was her comment followed by 'You were the love of my life. We would have been so happy together'.

The Black Swan - where we used to go for a drink

24 April 2011 I was in my favourite 'hide' on Intaka Island bird sanctuary at Century City. I had felt the presence of Barbara for a few days and on sitting quietly and greeting her I asked for her full name. She replied 'Barbara Wendy Johnson'. On further enquiries she told me that when I knew her she was living in the Frenchay District of Bristol with her mother and that she was her mother's only child. She added that she was her mother's 'love child' and that she had wanted us to have a 'love child'. I followed up this contact by looking for her birth certificate and received the certificate of Barbara Johnson born 7 May 1939 in The Hospital, Bridgwater, Somerset.

25 August 2011 While I was in the 'hide' I again felt the presence of Barbara and I asked her for her address when we met and received '14 Willoughby Close, Stapleton'.

I then went into Google Maps and discovered that there is a 'Willoughby Road' in Stapleton. In fact it is a cul-de-sac and more like a 'Close' than a 'Road'. I also obtained a photo of the address. (Stapleton is part of Frenchay.)

23 September 2011. I was in the hide from 12.00 to 13.00 hrs as agreed. We went from 'White Angel' to 'White Horse' to 'Black Horse' to 'Black Swan'. At 12.56 my phone rang and on opening my eyes I discovered a tortoise some 10 cms from my left shoe. I kept quite still as it looked at me and walked past my right shoe and then went on to behind the refuse bin. A few minutes later I went to look for the tortoise but could not find it anywhere. Where it came from, where it went to, I know not. Then on going into the internet I discovered that the only 'Black Swan' in the Bristol area is a pub in Stapleton and I obtained a photo of it.

2nd Hand Book Sale

Our Charity, Angel Service has received donations of numerous books.

We are selling them at R5 per book. Various authors and genre.

Please let me know if you would like to purchase some books - 021-558-5913 or 082-637-7416

Save Water Cape Town

Dam storage levels are at 27,4%, but useable water is only at about 17,4% which is very low for this time of the year.

This time last year, dam storage levels were at 47,6%, with useable water at this time of year standing at 37,6%.

In effect, we have less than half the amount of water we had this time last year.