BRAIN PLASTICITY
What if I had told you that the mechanism of your brain is like plasticine and could be moulded to your own unique set of beliefs and hence abilities? Could you afford not to even try to step into a new reality? Would you dare?
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What if I had told you that the mechanism of your brain is like plasticine and could be moulded to your own unique set of beliefs and hence abilities? Could you afford not to even try to step into a new reality? Would you dare?
Covid-19 amplified the seismic rumblings of South Africa’s divided society. Out of the limelight and away from corruption scandals, a vast network of civil society organisations mobilised as the pandemic approached. They harnessed the thunder, directing attention to people who are usually not seen or heard – compelling the nation to take a long, hard look at itself.
Civil Society’s Care and Creativity in South Africa’s Covid storm
That was how it had been with her marriage.
Say ‘yes’ and the road would take you. Say ‘yes’, say ‘yes’. The road had taken him right through to the end of his life and she had completed the circle with him.
It had been rugged in places and the tyres had worn thin. But in the end it had been a complete journey. A lifetime.
A shared incarnation. She had said ‘yes’ and travelled with him to the last breath. There is a last. She had been with him. And then her incarnation continued without him.
In the 1950s a routine underground inspection in a gold mine turns into a horrifying experience for a South African mining engineer.
Charlotte Worthington, a delightfully spirited, red-haired beauty, returns to her beloved aristocratic home farm in Surrey to attend to her dying father. She leaves behind her fiancé, the handsome, debonair, Gareth Silversmith, in London. On her way home, a horseman stranger helps her to rescue a lamb caught in a wire fence. He turns out to be her father’s rugged farm manager, Hamish Oakford.
DIVORCE IS THE MOST STRESSFUL JOURNEY … We’re forced to search into the deepest corners of our hearts to rediscover ourselves.
At 24, the author was a single mother struggling to survive while she went through her own divorce. Her ordeal left her bruised but it did not break her.
Growing up in the Eastern Cape Province of South Africa in the 1950’s and 1960’s the emphasis on the way of life was completely different to the present day some nearly 70 years later.
He writes of his reminiscences of his school days and especially his involvement in sport which was compulsory. Many of life’s lessons were learnt young on the rugby or cricket fields.