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 I write this blog rather angrily, something I ran from in my life, was to be totally angry at the world and the circumstances within. I drove to work, merely telling myself to live in the now and accept everything now. That is all I wanted. Was now. And maybe this is my now to be angry at the world around me. But the breaking point snapped me. Years ago they used to call me the Ice Queen at work, and it was so unfair as I was actually a gentle soul, with so much love to give until I realized that I needed to save it for someone who actually deserved it. And hence why I just didn't make friends, or find myself in crowds of people because all people seem to do is take all you have, deplete your energy and cause more pain than happiness. That was just as far as I could take it. I realized and wondered what sparked this, but it was nothing that happened recently, but what did happen before this, and quite frankly I am in this because of circumstances and situations that I probably had...

 Along with many religions, finding Christianity I was born into was easy and then it was hard. I then assumed being in the Islamic faith would set this void free within me, of which I was heavily disappointed. I then found Buddhism, at quite a young age and through the history channels and books, and somehow as I got older it stuck with me, made me believe in the beauty of the Buddha. I love admitting that I am Buddhist because many look at you rather strangely as they only had one religion in their life time, and I chose the third and final one. My Big Buddha hangs above our table in the lounge, and his statue is down below. Such great symbols when I am doing my Yoga, and when I need answered prayers, it is all just a moment away. Being Buddhist is a choice. There is nothing extra ordinary, and I believe that Buddha wants you just as plain as you are. I remember in Christianity Jesus said come as you are. And so the symbolism of great depths of Jesus, Muhammed and Buddha, and to ...

 Little did we know that during the miscarriage month, we waited until we were finished bleeding and boom we decided to have intimate sex, which was with condoms. I was afraid of an infection. Then well, going on to the third week, I still felt ok, but come the end of the week, when we had the first anniversary of our little angel girl, I had a feeling and hard, on the left hand side, and it was cramping and terribly painful. I thought it was indigestion, and let it go. But by the following week, being now, that is now 3 weeks, I could not get up, my lower back was more painful than it has ever been. I mean I blamed it on the YOGA, and for some odd reason, as I stood up this morning, my back had taken a long time to stretch out. This was my very first sign, many months ago, and for some reason I knew that it was here again. Scared obviously at the very first time, I realized we need to do things different. The other sign would be that I am extremely tired, like I am way past bed ti...

  Hello again, my fellow bloggers, friends, family and whoever and whatever. I am truly excited that the goals thing has worked out best as it should, and I am pretty invigorated and pumped up for the session that lie ahead. I love yoga. Somehow it gives me the sense of well being. The sense of togetherness and appreciation. I then go into some serious arm workouts and pumping that blood through the heart. Lastly, I give a special prayer and thanks to my favourite mentor, and inspirational being Lord Buddha, that has given me such hopes during all these difficult moments of my life. So the first set of yoga is off and well, the stomach got in the way, all those nice pies, and that special dinners, that I decided the best way for me, to get the stomach gone, is to keep getting on my yoga mat and doing some serious workouts, and even though the calories are 47 burnt off, tomorrow could be 100. I am ready for whatever comes my way. As I meditated through the last session before I had ...

  In Durban I started a business that was local and that I sourced out different products that came from far and wide at reasonable prices. I was intrigued at the phenomenal response both there and nationwide. I decided to start the online business. It was tough. Working full time and running a business was strenuous. We then got in to a lot of debt over stupid mistakes but we learn from them everyday. I then decided to let all the people I had go, and just go solo. And well, with only UK products been sold I started up again. I only sell on my status, and word of mouth, which I know and believe it is so important. Word of mouth is the heart of your business and the upside of it all is that when you get this kind of hype, the business flourishes at an alarming rate, and that is what you want. There is the local avon lady, and samoosa lady, the bakery at home, and then me the UK importer, that gets UK products at reasonable prices. Everyone deserves an opportunity to makes sure that...

  My journey on writing Big Buddha, Little Buddha. Synopsis by Gillian Sandys This book started in 2019 in the middle of a McDonalds parking lot in Umhlanga, Durban. It dawned on me that the voice inside kept responding to questions that I had and each time I acknowledged the thought of Buddha came to my mind. As I meditated that night I remember seeing a Gold Buddha brushed up against my cheek and the answers of what I had been looking for were endless possibilities. I realized at this moment that he had come to show me the enlightenment at that time of what was just a phenomenal journey that has a second part to the book that is currently underway. In the middle of a journey in Durban, had it occurred to me that there was so much more questions I had, after I had been through closing chapters, and realized that even though all the chapters had closed, the book had only started. It is a sad but happy book that taught me much more than what I had planned and everything that had com...

  As I was sitting in the hospital, awaiting my admission, a young girl was there supporting her mom and brother, and obviously dressed for work for the day, and at 6am in the morning I am not sure if she was confused and grabbed what she could or she felt like a fairy for the day. I have no intention of making a judgement on anyone's specifications, but goodness sake, this got me. I blame this mostly on my mom, as she always said, Brown and Black do not go. Pink and red do not go. Colour code and match your clothes. She always gave us such handy tips and as a result we were always ahead of the rest on a civvies day. Always in season. I always here you cannot wear sandals with a jersey, does it even make sense? Now these days the millennials in their young prime, is acting out and defying the fashion world I believe and with their icons wear a specific item, so be it for the rest of the street and I am gutted, almost devastated how they can almost confuse the class fashion comes wi...

  First off I am not going to name names with this one but I am going to suggest that this was quite unforeseen and maybe just a little scary. Look, I am a clairvoyant, and deeply in tune with my spiritual journey and tried many things, and read many books, until I discovered Buddha and all its splendor in my search to find what resonates with my soul. I as you know had lost a baby at 8 weeks, and was really saddened by the ordeal, but in all of this, I realized that maybe this was the beginning of better eating, better quality of life, and to get my finances in order. It has been a scary journey but here is some spiritual soup for you, that might enlighten your journey in its entirety. First off, when we first got the scare of the baby trying to abort his beautiful mission, the night I saw Pegasus. Pegasus is the Greek horse, with the most beautiful wings. I don't really know the story behind it much but I do know he came in the most spiritual white, tainted with baby blue and bab...

  I worked with a manufacturing company extremely very popular in South Africa and through manning the complaints line, I was grossly annoyed at what customers would come across. The story of all the tins and all the products in the tins got me thinking two things, to make my own baked beans and secondly check the convenient tins before you purchase them as it can be detrimental. Now finding stalks and skins in the tins is allowed I believe with a certain percentage. However the damage to cans can have a dire affect on your supper and appetite. Because we trust the brand we just open and eagerly use it however it can be the mishandling of the process to the grocery stores that make the difference. Tips for the tinned products are as follows: *If the can is dented, do not purchase. The dent could have rust on the inside of the tin. *If the can is opened in anyway on the edge of the top of the can, or it is leaking and the label around the can is wet, leave it behind. *For Pete's sak...

  Mom taught me this, and I love eating this for breakfast. Enjoy it. It is healthy and keeps the sugar levels down for the morning. 1 cup of oats 1 teaspoon of peanut butter 1 teaspoon of butter Dash of milk 2 teaspoons of xylitol Cook the oats as per normal. I add a bit of salt. Boil up until soft. Then when done, add into your porridge bowl, steaming with1 teaspoon of peanut butter, and butter if you like. A dash of milk, and 2 teaspoons of xylitol. Eat well with a cup of tea, which I love. Sugar level stays good through this time, and you can add raspberries or blueberries. Yummy! Happy breakfast, happy heart and blood. Thanks Mommy :) Have a fabulous day and a great weekend! Love Gill xxx

  Even though this is still fresh, knowing that we were pregnant, in the uterus, whereas I was pregnant in the tubes before, and one just didn't work out, it was a miracle baby that I loved with all my heart, as much as I love all the little things that have come across my life over this time, that my heart if filled with gratitude beyond measure. Alex, the dearest budgie that stole my heart. We had gotten Katia, and she was a beautiful blue bird, but she fell ill rather quickly and in a week of getting her, she was gone. I cried a lot. But there is Alex, that came to be with her, so she was not alone, but we had gotten him, in the Universal law, to replace our precious Katia, and he has grown to be a loving and loud budgie we had hoped for. Then there is my loss of my late husband, 5 years ago, that had flawed me and pinned me to the wall. And years later, there is my precious husband, just the most precious person in my life, that just rocks my world, and makes everything so much...

  Hope for a brighter tomorrow and signs and signals indicated to me that we were pregnant, at only a fragile 6 weeks and looking better than I had expected. A few doctor visits and all up in arms over diabetes and my age of a young 41. It was rather a fragile time, and low and behold, I carried until I was 8 weeks, and we found that my baby was a blighted ovum. He came, he saw and gone again. Not long. But he was there and luckily I got to see him even if he was only 3.88mm. Very first time being pregnant and I was elated, and overwhelmed. I had changed all the plans I had for the year, and was just getting used to be my husband, and myself, with our budgie Alex. Now, after the miscarriage and procedure on the 21st of April 2022, I guess we back to just the three of us for now. I can't really say if that will be the end of the dream I have had since diagnosed with PCOS when I was 16 years old, or was it the metformin that I have been taken that took me to the beautiful 8 weeks tha...