Blogs & Insights From Mama Gold
Coming Out
At the age of 29
I had wanted to end it all
Driving weekend after weekend
Along Chapman’s Peak Drive
Wanting to drown my shame
In the cauldron of foam below
That frothed and eddied
Like a crazed dance
Against the ebony rocks below
Soul Speaking
“Writing made sense of my whole life. Today I am a writer who speaks. I did not write this book. This book wrote me. Writing chose me, writing healed me.” Now I choose to live a life worth writing for, a life worth writing about. I choose to step into the light.”
Except from “Belonging; Finding Tribes of Meaning.”
Travellers
When I first met my husband, Friedel, he had been working and travelling overseas for four years. I had been studying and working in England for a year and travelling around Europe in brief breaks.
This is where I belong...
I was 19 years old when I attended an Anglican Students Conference in Lesotho during the height of Apartheid under a then very little known man. His name was Desmond Tutu. He went on to win the Nobel Peace Prize.
That two week immersion was to forever change the trajectory of my life.
