I just spent three days four by fouring through the Northern Cape West coast. It felt good to return to the land that captivated my heart all those many years ago. I was faced with what it was to know a place called home, losing it, mourning it, finding myself, losing that and mourning it but mainly touring and traversing, discovering, uncovering and digging deeper.
There’s a quote that reads “people don’t take trips, trips take people”. One such trip was about to unfold.
Shoeweeeeeeeeee, have I forgotten what it takes to camp, in the wilderness, on my own.
In order for an adventure to be an adventure one has to allow room for the unthinkable, unpredictable and tap into the forever present (however faint) hope of finding magic on this quest.
This year threw some curveballs and I wasn’t always so willing to oblige. But sitting down infront of the computer and making time to reflect on the year that was, I am surprised at how life brings to the foreground what we need and not necessarily what we want. Trusting it should be at the order of the day.