Category: Journal

It’s been a tough few months of winter in the Cape. Work has been great but it has kept me home and somewhat stationary. Although grateful for work in the quiet of the year I have struggled to keep my mental state on a healthy trajectory. More cold, less running. Less running, more depression. Over…

I’m reading a book about running. I am increasing my running days per week. It’s the only discipline that keeps the weight off me and keeps my muscles lean, long and lanky. It keeps my brain sane. I like running. I like the way it makes me feel. I never thought myself to be someone…

There are ways to spend your life and then there are ways to spend your life. Usually it simply comes down to consciously and consistently choosing what is good for yourself. The world has felt out of control of late, or rather my world has felt out of control of late. We all have our…

The Garden Route still holds secrets we have long forgotten about. Nature still has the upper hand here and once you’re off the N2 (that nearly stretches straight through the middle of the Garden Route) kilometers of untouched forests, oceans and mountains unfold.  A playground so rich in diversity you can’t be bored even if…

The way the light falls at different times of the day changes the atmosphere in studio. Some mornings start by desk lamp, depositing its singular light beam on the bench. Warm, focused, exposing sharp details on only what’s in front of me. Other times first light drops in through the windows to accentuate the shadows…

I’ve been home, sick, for the past few days.  Actually been nursing the ebb and flow of a sore throat for a week now.  Mornings and evenings and all those moments in between the propolis spray is never far from reach – a natural anti-bacterial substance collected by bees from buds and trees containing tree…

“Trauma can occur when we experience things that happen too much, too fast, too soon or too little for too long for our nervous systems to handle” – Tim Morrison. This trip was meant for two. But as usual this type of trip ended up as a cup of fuck-that-was-hard tea for one. I’m going…

Six am wake up call. I’m off to the mountains today, been getting some climbing in, setting some goals.  I’m not ready though. Consciously or subconsciously.  I pull the covers over my head, roll over and demand a re-entry into dreamland. I wake a few hours later to the same day, my soul sighs and…

My alarm goes off at five. I’ve been longing for a mission. Craving actually. A deep calling within, luring me to any and all wilderness spaces. An unquenchable thirst for nature and her secrets to be whispered across my heart. I didn’t think it would find me, this out of ones mind drive for adventure,…