Soul Cleansing

I step onto the beach this fine morning. I pray that with each wave that washes over me I am able to release all hurt and anger within me. Wash it away; out of my soul. Fill me up with only goodness, love and life. I stand alone and I am perfectly at peace with this (idea) - for now...

Day of Reconciliation

An unexpected trip I decided to go on with my best friend who is like a sister with me, brought me to this place. We glided into King Shaka, and a short drive we were here in the north coast: Zinkwazi. A lot of change has happened in my life in the past couple months where I have been left feeling mixed emotions: sadness, anger, hurt, depression, hate... This trip is exactly what I needed at this moment in time. It has been so good for me to 'forgive and forget' however this is harder done than said. But it was perfect timing, with this trip and that the day I arrived, the beginning of my trip stared on the Day of Reconciliation (16th December). I have asked for guidance from Him how to do all of this... How to reconcile the past... Everyday is a step forward, and step closer to my sanity, peace and 'normality' - I welcome it with arms wide open.

Faith

I'm sitting on a moss covered bench in a secret garden at the 111 year old St. Peter Anglican Church in Melville. I feel so at peace. The door to the church is locked - that is fine, perfect - I would have not found this secret bench. There is music blaring in the distance - something that would have irritated me much, but the water trickling down the fountain behind me is calming. EXCATLY what I need. It's year end. My head is in a complete spin. Much change has happened, and I think I have finally lifted my heels that are so pain-stakingly digging in the dry earth everyday. I feel close to Him. At home. Beas, insects, buzzing, birds, pitter - patter, vroom... 

The air is fresh from the newly wet garden. So fresh I can smell the jasmine, the voluptuous roses, the soil and some other sweet smell I cannot think of right now... It will come.

Lord I pray for guidance, hope and humility, as I sit blissfully here upon You. 

Tropical Summer

This past weekend was a crazy one. Filled with tons of emotions, fun, laughter & tears. Something that I was not expecting, because all that I longed for was just reading in my bed. It was a surprise to be summoned out of bed by my mom… I took her to one of my (our) favorite pizza places in the whole of Jozi - Ant Cafe on 7th Street, Melville. We shared a delicious Italian pizza, and gobbled it before it even hit the table. The scene inside was just perfect. The moodiness in the air, the light, the time of day, and the atmosphere. We will be back my mom has demanded. And with that so will a bottle of wine beside us :-)

Red Summer Delight

Red Summer Raspberries - I planted these precious plants a year ago and they have just over taken a section of my garden. I'm not complaining because it gives me great satisfaction to wake up every morning, with the sun beating down on my back to pick more than a punnet full of fresh ripe reddish-purplish raspberries. There is nothing better than fresh grown fruits & veggies out your own garden. Surprisingly they are growing so well, despite the smallish drought that Jozi has been experiencing. Well I'm not too sure if you can call it a drought, but we definitely have not has as much rain as in the previous years. Or maybe could it just be in spite of COP17 that has recently taken place? Anyway I have my sweet tasting ripe raspberries which make me all fuzzy inside.

Room-mate

I wake up to this sight every morning - bliss. I especially love that it is summer and that by the time i wake up the sun is beading through my blinds, just asking me to open them. I love my space - my room. Its a 'pokey' 8 x 5m space, but it is something that I could live in the rest of my life. I do not need more than this. The past few years i have seen a transformation in myself. Moving from this crazy obsessed materialistic world, to something which is more grounded, down to earth and simpler. My priorities are much different now. I'm a big boy, so I keep getting told… But life is still hard, and this space is what I admire, I love. Theres nothing here. Almost symbolically like myself. Theres bricks, motar, plaster and paint. Nothing fancy. Just bare, plain, naked. What you see is (almost) what you get…