How did we get here?
It was some time ago now. Looking back, it feels like another life that someone else was living for me. But it wasn’t too long ago after all; almost yesterday …
Tata ma Chance
It has always concerned me how my children felt fearful at the presence of someone in police uniform. I am not sure how that came about. Perhaps the legacy of …
Condemned to be Free
I didn’t walk this morning. Sometimes it’s a freedom to go inward rather than outward. I took the time to write. To double check the date on the side of …
True Progress is in Awareness
I haven’t been able to ignore how there is a seeming increase in numbers of birds announcing the wake of dawn. The natural world making itself known. It’s soothing on …
Truth, Responsibility and Freedom
It’s 4.30am. Somehow the waves seem louder at this time of almost-day. The voluminous crash washes over my half-made thoughts. It’s a welcome intrusion. I try and use it to …
Still(a)Life#34:Invitation inward.
Today I was asked on radio “How are people dealing with all the uncertainty?” I don’t really have a straightforward answer to that. What I can say is that “uncertainty” …
Still(a)Life#33: Ships in the Night
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life we …
Still(a)Life#31: On Writing and Listening
It has been interesting to write for 30 continuous days. I find myself writing on most days but this writing is usually a bit more focused on things outside of …
Still(a)Life#30: Coming Out of Hiding
While we collected wild fermenting guavas off the driveway, Josh found the courage to start telling me things he has been experiencing lately. Somehow the shared task made it easier …
Still(a)Life#28: The Plague
When I first started my practice in Johannesburg, I used to make sure that I was always wearing a good pair of shoes. I was young and needed to be …