Category: Journal

The Cape turtle dove calls the morning in. Heimwee. Nolstagia for a former life, way of being, childhood and then some. It’s one of those quiet, windless, sunshiny mornings. Not my mood, the weather. The Malachite sunbird chimes in. Male and female dancing together in one of the Protea family trees. Apt. I’ve been trying…

There’s a quote that reads “people don’t take trips, trips take people”.  One such trip was about to unfold.  I don’t remember much planning, just a mention of an adventure up North.  A week later we were on the road. Two thousand five hundred kilometers, five days and two border crossings later we sat with…

It’s hard to be an adult, I mean an artist. Ok both. But I want to write about how hard it is to be an artist, or is it? Ok let’s just go with it…it is. Although a BA Fine Art Degree sits behind my name I still feel like a self-proclaimed artist, which at…

The present, presents itself in every next breath we take, in every next thought, action, word we speak. It really is the only place we have the opportunity to fully exist. To fully embody the human experience. I see the faint outline of a mountain silhouette as I draw back the curtains in my room.…

Hey hi hello It’s Monday. I like Mondays. On this particular Monday I spent taking things real slow. Two cups of coffee from bed, staring out the windows with mountains for views. Then the day had to start. My car had to go in for a respray today. Some wear and tear over the years…

“Make today the day you stop trying to be like your idols and start being yourself” – guidelines from the stars A new leaf. For the first time in a very long while I managed to string a list of activities together I would like to apply to my day. In the hope of getting…

Desperately clutching at non-existing anchors. I feel horribly vulnerable today. Exposed. For all weather systems to move through me, come at me, without the appropriate gear. I can’t seem to shake the feeling. There’s an uneasy texture on my skin and a constriction in my chest and throat. Is this what feeling feelings feel like?…

It’s quite something to come face to face with the deepest longings within yourself. The acceptance is colossal. Standing still for them to envelop you and wear them like a cloak as you would your heart on your sleeve is an act of pure defiance. For the past twelve years I have spent my life…

Welcome to your forties. Where a flesh eating bacteria can kill you, chivalry is dead but polyamory isn’t and nesting without anyone in it, is a thing. The past few weeks have been interesting, to say the least. I’m starting to believe that we come into life to learn. Not to achieve, not to win,…

I think I’m finally living. Sitting on a bench in my garden, looking at the afternoon light flop into the kitchen like an old familiar friend. Every day at the same time, like clock work. Lighting up the place, a feeling of warmth and comfort settles throughout. A sight for sore eyes I tell you,…