We can mourn the things that happened to us but have you ever mourned the things that didn’t? Some things were just not meant for everyone. Over the past few months I’ve been going through old hard drives to clear some space, mentally, energetically and in general in life. A lot of things can take…

My very first studio was named Sunshine and Dandelions. After following the summer between England and South Africa for three years in a row, I woke one morning with a knowing that it was time to return to South Africa full time and put my dreams into motion. Currently, I am standing at a similar…

The spirit of adventure has been knocking on my door again of late. For the longest time she has been absent and I have missed her. She’s been coaxing me out of bed every morning with a cheeky smirk on her face and twinkle in her eye. I think she’s asking me to get ready…

I had a long and rather intense story lined up for today. But sometimes the seriousness and intensity can wait, be put aside, put down, not focused on to make space for the here and now. The here and now is a cup of tea in hand while ambling through the still in-progress garden. My…

I’m sitting in the sun. Glorious. I don’t remember the last time I sat in the sun for no reason at all. I work hard at life ten out of ten times of the day. It’s a big enclosed lush property, sounds of the Garden Route filtering through the air, a definite gentler pace to…

I’ve settled back into the slow and simple existence that is my curated life here at the foot of the Cape Point mountains. Maybe the places we find ourselves in unplanned and unexpectedly are the places we were meant to belong to all along. I spend a lot of time pondering about the two times…

I feel lost when I can’t create. As if unshackled from an anchor and I am adrift at sea or about to float into the air without compass or direction. I get easily swept up in mindless wandering, purposeless time passing for hours on end. I’ve judged this restlessness to want to or even need…

You know how some adventures go down, not according to plan and you get home understanding that you’ll have to go back to that place some day and finish what you started? Well, the Tankwa Karoo National Park is one such place for me. Two years ago I ventured to the Tankwa, solo, for four…

Sherbert. That’s usually all I can get out when the world, life and all things surrounding me seem a bit much. It’s been a bit of a sherberty few weeks really. I just resurfaced from an extensive stint in the valley of depression. Sherbert. What happens in the valley you ask? Well, a mix of…

Long runs are brutal and I’m a rookie at it. It’s not entirely true. I hate that ones life is often the sum of what people can see. We are so much more than the current season we are in. We have a past and it counts. People seldom ask though, which means they don’t…