A Note About Essence

Home is where the heart is. Or, the heart is at home where it is at home.

I am not sure when exactly I wrote this, but it was about two or three years ago. It got lost in all the papers I shoved into a box at some stage (from desk to pile on desk to box in bookcase, as it were) and I rediscovered it the other day while gutting said box.

It was obviously directed at myself, but I think that it may be of use to others. I certainly feel the challenge and a sense of urgency.

AfrikaBurn 2017: Play Around the Clock

Tankwa sunset

I have been asked by a few people to write something about my impressions of AfrikaBurn. It was the first time I went, and well, yes, I guess there are a few impressions.

The long and short … I’m not really sure where to begin. 🙂

My Tree-mendous Love

Photo credit: rank McKenna

I love trees. No wait. I fucking LOVE trees.

If I had to pick my favourite thing in nature, it would be trees. And I have many favourite things in nature! If I could live in a tree, I would. I can stare at them for hours. Touch them, sit underneath them and be happy instantly. Listen to them for even longer, when the wind blows through their leaves and the sounds that bring me peace and fuel my imagination.

The Case for Developing an Environmental Quotient

See this little guy? He’s been thinking too and has a few questions.

Something’s been brewing in the back of my mind lately, and I thought I’d just put it out there. Kind of see what the feedback is, and perhaps manage to lodge a thought or two in a few other minds. The kind of thought that leads to positive action.

So, here we go.

My Solo Road Trip Down the Garden Route

After what can only be described as a challenging year so far, I decided to run away for a week. On my own. I haven’t done this in ages, since living in the UK and jetting off to Malta for 5 days, in fact, but I am glad I did it again! This is a short version of what I got up to along the Garden Route.

This was the vista that greeted me the morning of the day I set out for my break. Promising indeed!

As can be imagined, I left as soon as I could after work on the Friday, as my first stop was four hours’ drive away. It’s only coming into spring, so my last stretch was to be in the dark. It was an especially tricky drive as it rained all the way from Somerset West (15 minutes from the office) to my destination, a farm. By the time I arrived, it was quite a muddy farm and there were gates to open in the torrent. It was great though, exactly the kind of remove I was looking for, and I was really just so glad to be on the road and on my trip with not a clue what to expect of the next 10 days. Having my car serviced a few days before the trip also helped.