Author: Celeste Hattingh

Welcome! I am from Pretoria in South Africa, the capital of this beautiful country. If you ever come to Soth Africa you will meet our glorious Rainbow Nation. My 2 daughters tell me that I am "old". (I am 61!). However I believe differently. I have become wiser yet remained young at heart. Age is just a number. 😃 I believe that we are all on the road to transformation. I hope I can coach and encourage you along our road for self-actualisation and spiritual growth. To this end, I have become a seeker of knowledge for this very purpose. I believe that our life needs to become holistic. Mind-Body-Spirit and with the environment around us. Our personal life. Our Business life. Our world. A little more about me. I want to make sure that the service I provide you is based on experiance and education. To that end: I am formally qualified in a Bachelors degree in ICT, Bachelors degree in Accounting Science and; A Masters in Business Leadership,. I am also qualified as a; Master Life Coach, Business Coach, Relationship Coach, Learner Coach, I am a Reiki Master and Teacher, Teacher in Lightarian Modalities, Core Regeneration, Hypnotherapy, Time Quintessence, and as a Master in NLP. More about me still to follow..... 😊

POEM FOR THE DAY – 2 MARCH 2022

by Celeste Hattingh, posted in HOLISTIC LIFE TRANSFORMATION AND KINDNESS COACHING, MOTIVATION FOR THE DAY, QUOTES AND MESSAGES

“You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still, I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got
gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with
your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with
your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve
got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s
shame,
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted
in pain,
I rise
I’m a black ocean,
leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling
I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights
of terror and fear,
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s
wondrously clear,
I rise
Bringing the gifts that
my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope
of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.”

☀️ Maya Angelou, Still I Rise