Adventure, Family, Freedom, Healing, I12BF3, Inspiring, Psychology, Spirituality

Here we go!





Adventure, children, Music, Presence

Let it Go


Father’s Day outing to our favourite spot at Palmar beach. We found these lenses that Uncle Anthony gave us when we were staying with them in PE, and so we took it with to have some photographical fun, and we decided to take our tent with. After pitching our tent, we started taking some pics before our swim.




We kept finding these little clay prayer bowls in the beach sand so we collected them, and Jazzy found a lovely round one and so we made that one the centrepiece of our little prayer shrine, between the rocks.




Then Varkha came from her meeting to join us and while while Jasmine and her mummy swam…




 I was listening to my fav band, Switchfoot “Daisy let it go…”, and “Vice Verse”




I know that there’s a meaning to it all
A little resurrection every time I fall
You got your babies, I got my hearses
Every blessing comes with a set of curses
I got my vices, I got my vice verses
I got my vice verses”


Adventure, children, Presence

Go with the Flow




Jasmine and I were putting on our goggles to go see fish in the ocean, and her earplug thingy fell into the water. I tried to grab it but it’s translucent and I just couldn’t see it. I searched for it for a while but eventually gave up, and just took a deep breath and floated, and let the current sweep me away. It was a strange sensation of drifting backwards so fast, but where it left me, guess what I found? … the earplug, floating underwater dangling right in front of my eyes.




When I stopped searching, and just let myself go, with the flow, that’s when I found it!




I was looking where I was but the water was moving constantly. “Go with the Flow” the ocean whispered.

Adventure, Art, Entertainment, Music

Dream Chaser



Mr Mo is always full of life and laughs, always brightens up the room and your world, and leaves you feeling bigger and better and somehow fuller, that’s the magic of this guy, and that’s why I call him an artist. The music and the melody, that flows naturally from his soul… he was born to shine, a legend… an urban legend.

Happy-sad goodbyes, and some parting words and inspiration that we wanted to share with everyone… heres to the dreamers and the dream chasers.

Abuse, children, Family, Love, Relationship





It may not seem that way but our original and primal drive to intimate relationship is sexual. Culture and religion dress it up as something a lot more respectable and regulate and channel its powerful energy, but sex is under/behind that urge or desire to be in an intimate relationship. Different traditional cultures have various restrictive courtship rituals but in the modern global culture where people are free to choose their own partners, Sensual Attraction is the name of the game.

Personas get to know each other and we are attracted to what we see, hear, smell, and touch. The beautiful, sexy, confident ones generally have higher self esteem, more comfortable in their own skin, they more easily pair up. But most of us are not so beautiful and sexy and not so confident, but rather anxious and a little, or very afraid of being rejected.

We cautiously get to know each other and we are careful to be likeable. And when someone cares enough to listen, and likes me back, it feels so good, and when I like her back, its thrilling and exciting. Personas need to be liked and accepted and so we both become temporary versions of our best selves, hiding undesirable traits and conforming to each other.

We enjoy spending time together, doing stuff together, getting to know each other’s likes and dislikes, and then go a little deeper behind the persona and begin the beautiful adventure of really discovering one another and ourselves. Being liked, accepted and loved allows us to relax, open up and show a side of ourselves and emotions that we never knew were even there and its tantalizing to feel so alive. At some point we kiss and, no matter where or how awkward or nervous, it’s so special and memorable… time slows down and the world shimmers… the Caring Romance phase begins.

Physical intimacy and affection releases powerful hormones like oxytocin, endorphins, phenylethylamine, and dopamine, a cocktail of feel-good love-drugs that make both of us high and puts us in a zone of our own, in which nothing else matters. In this state of intoxication and heightened arousal the beloved can do no wrong. Each is focused on the other, listens, understands and helps the other, sacrifices for the other, and makes the other feel special. In a world of indifference and people constantly putting you down, this is revolutionary! This release from the hyper-critical societal, familial and egoic self-focus coupled with constant, loving attention, is transcendent and liberating. The lovers overlook flaws or faults or see it as quirky, and trust each other complicitly… as they say “love is blind”.

Those parts that are missing from consciousness, somehow find counterparts in the other person. This is why they say “opposites attract”. On a semi-conscious level an intelligent analytical man is attracted to the carefree simplicity of his girlfriend, and vice verse. The serious routine driven woman is attracted to the spontaneous adventurous man, and him to her. An overly sensitive man who is very cautious likes the somewhat brash insensitive female who tells it like it is.

But at a still deeper unconscious level, repressed trapped energy gravitates towards its receptacles and shadow locks recognize the keys to their unraveling. In the shadows are some of our best parts but also our worst; entrenched emotional exemplars; relationship roles and routines; infantile, immature idiosyncrasies; and complex chronic chthonic core beliefs and attitudes. That’s why we call it “falling in love”. We fall into the abyss of Love.

Culture, and the extent to which people are ruled by it, determines when and in what order sex and marriage will happen, and if they do, both of these change the relationship profoundly. Its not like in the movies. In real life sex is a little awkward and painful at first and takes some practice to get it going good but when its good its orgasmic union and bliss, flushing negativity and amplifying connection.

Sex is a deep, powerful energy exchange which opens the doors to the unconscious and intermingles conscious and unconscious energies. It brings greater intimacy and trust but also allows more primal patterns to surface and drops the pretense to some degree. Sex was the driving force and ‘goal’ so having achieved it the personas relax, ease up somewhat, and the hidden traits and qualities start surfacing. The shadow parts begin to show and then there is trouble in paradise and you start to see another side to the person you adored and idealized.

Marriage is an important part of virtually every culture. Some couples feel compelled and encouraged by family and culture to get married and some don’t. Marriage is a formal contract before God and government, family and society and once bound, the contracting parties seem to have some formalized rights and obligations.

There’s some degree of stress involved in planning, and getting married, and starting a home and family together but there can be many joys too, but after the honeymoon phase, we finally ‘relax’ into each other’s company and settle down and share our space and world. This can be a wonderful adventure or a lonely nightmare to be endured patiently. If a couple chooses not to get married but move in together they are in the same boat but without the same formal contracts and cultural shackles.

It is impossible to power the perfect persona 24/7…365. Nobody can do it. Eventually if we stay together long enough, and are having sex and living together we inevitably will come face to face with each other’s competitive egos and default personalities underlying the personas… longer still and we will be faced with each other’s shadows in all its endarkened, inglorious, schizmoidal inaptitude. And so begins the Destructive Conflict and power struggle phase of the relationship.

This person gradually transmogrifies before your very eyes but you can’t really put your finger on it because somehow it was always there yet you just couldn’t see it. There are more frequent arguments and conflicts that seem to accumulate and escalate, and before you know it you’re shouting at each other and can’t seem to understand each other anymore. We oscillate between fighting and making up.

We both deal with upset and conflict in the modes of our daddies and mummies (or lack thereof), according to installed patterns of excessing/repressing emotion/behavior. It’s like my father pattern is fighting with her mother pattern… her dead grandfather battling with my dead grandmother, and vice verse.

When a child is born it’s a wonderful magical time, but also quite stressful and difficult. The woman’s body and life are changing. Hormones fluctuate, her body expands, and she has swinging moods, worries, and fears. Childbirth is generally painful and traumatic but when we hold our bundle of joy in our arms, this gurgling, wide-eyed little fountain of pure consciousness and love, melts our hearts and we are in love again. High with endogenous euphoria, we float in a blissful realm… until the bills start rolling in, and the stinking diapers start filling up, and the crying, and the sleepless nights and the clash of parenting reflexes, patterns and ideas. Nobody really prepared us for any of this shit. Its like we have to just wing it, and figure it all out as we go along. Our lives will never be the same again and that’s hard for us to accept. There’s less time, less money, and less energy for ourselves and it takes time to process and adapt to this whole new dispensation.

But regardless of all that, we shower our first born with so much love and affection, care and nurturing, pampering and conscious positive attention and stimulation, but also unconscious negative attention. It’s something so new and fascinating for both of us. We see ourselves in our child, and something bigger, better, purer than ourselves, and we are in awe. Everything hard in us softens and melts into mush. Our families are also excited and everyone is generally united and supportive around the child and the child grows up in that early bubble, secure, worthy and held in high esteem.

The child can either end the destructive conflict or deepen it. For those who cannot re-orientate and adjust to the purifying love of the child, the battle resumes with renewed vigor, but there is something new now. The subtle parental patterns become more prominent. The woman’s pattern with her own mother, rises within her, kind of fused with her motherly instincts. This can be a good thing or it can be scary, as powerful waves of raw unstable emotions dominate for prolonged periods. The man’s father pattern surfaces within him, and the old power struggle takes new shape around the child and they fight about the child… and then they fight with the child.

They cannot stop themselves from being ruled by automatic thinking complexes, owned by raw emotional eruptions, and possessed by shadow surges, and the raw unconscious reactivity which destroys intimacy and trust and undermines the relationship’s foundation. The destructive conflict phase can be mild or it can be all out war or a silent horrible nightmare depending on the individuals and their drives, repressed emotions, shadows and complexes, but also on the support of family, friends and guides/counselors, and how they each, and both together, educate themselves and try to bring consciousness into the relationship. The ‘destructiveness’ of this phase is not all bad.

As they push each other’s buttons, and find their weak spots and trigger those unconscious patterns they bring what was buried, back up to the surface to be addressed and so they are also destroying barriers in each other; barriers to true intimacy and trust; but also the invisible walls of all those defense mechanisms, so that something new can be built upon the ruins of the ancient edifice, something fresh… authentic.

Some couples don’t get past the Attraction phase. One or both of them are put off, they don’t like what they see or hear. Some couples don’t get past the Romance phase because as they get closer they get turned off and move apart. Some couples don’t get past Sex because it wasn’t good, or because it scared them, or because it allowed a frightful glimpse of deeper shadow material. Out of all the couples who get Married and/or live together, some will not get past the Conflict phase. There are more bad times than good and they cannot seem to understand each other, and they don’t really enjoy each other’s company any more and don’t have the strength and energy to pretend and so divorce/split is the only way out. Some couples try to make it work but don’t make it past having a Child. They can’t handle the loss of ‘freedom’ and the escalating conflict, and so one leaves or they split up. But some couples stick together because of society, or for the children’s sake or because they still love each other.

In the old days the forces of family, culture and religion were enough to keep couples/ families locked together and to hide their broken marriage and family from the public eye and just go on, and on. The dominant partner rules the house, and the submissive partner accepts subjugation, but lives a secret inner life, and so they fight a cold war full of covert espionage, defense mechanisms, and venting, and at times of stress, open war… armageddon.

But nowadays culture and religion do not have as much sway and the old roles and norms are changing, we watch movies and TV shows and acquire new ideals and standards, women’s liberation has given individual women a voice and more power and they stand up for themselves and increasingly declare war. People can lose track of what’s really important to them and can get completely derailed and then divorce is inevitable… a very common thing these days. Sometimes it’s just not meant to be.

In the case of serious physical/emotional/ sexual abuse, women and men, find it very difficult to break out of such relationships. People abused in childhood often end up in co-dependant abusive relationships later in life as either perpetrator or victim. They never seem to see it coming but when the madness starts they feel powerless trapped in old chains which they cannot break.

But there are many couples who in the midst of destructive conflict still have enough love and care for the other person, and for their child, to find a way to face the darkness in themselves and overcome the controlling patterns, reintegrate some lost part of themselves, and change. They say “people never really change” but that’s not true. Those who cannot change will forever struggle in relationship and life but when both partners are open to healing together, willing to accept each other but also ready to embrace change, they will move through and rise above into the Conscious Collaboration phase.

By integrating repressed and shadow material exposed by the heat of the destructive phase we are somewhat more stable and calm, rather than reactive and volatile. At some point a new dynamic takes root and we learn to resolve conflicts, communicate effectively and understand each other. We move beyond expectation based on what we learnt from family/parents and culture, and into something more sincere and authentic. We learn a new range of skills and coping strategies. We allow each other some space, space to just be, space to figure things out, space to cool off… breathing space. In that space we start to know each other anew, but now it’s not personas, egos, shadows and personalities getting to know each other, but rather something more real and conscious.

Entertainment, Healing, Live Music, Music




Along the way we met some truly gifted musicians, we encountered the Baha’i Youth on the beach singing:

Fear not abasement, be not sad if poverty overtake thee, for Glory shall one day rest on thee… These fruitless strifes and wars will pass a away and the most great peace shall come, so shall it be”

Dominique Sylvester singing about inner peace:

When a thought of war comes, oppose it by a stronger thought of peace, a thought of hatred must be destroyed by a more powerful thought of love!”

Hailey Fudu sings:

Oh son of Being, thy heart is my home. Sanctify it for my descent. Thy spirit my place of revelation, cleanse it for my manifestation… thy heart is my home.”

Then an instrumental piece by Lukasz Staszak in the Drakensburg mountains, followed by the lovely Dani Nieuwoudt who advises us to:

Stop trying, stop meaning to try, just be… oooh so many things that you could do, it’s true, don’t you realise how beautiful you are just being you!”

Then an unforgettable concert, Matthew Mole singing:

Take away this fear and I’ll turn it into something I can use, and if I’m clear then you’re never gonna bring me down again, never gonna bring me down again. And if you would let me try a little harder then I’ll show you, we were made to play a part so much bigger than you thought, until the end.”



Everything is getting better and better, better and better
Better and better and better
Lets just take a little time to heal
Take a little time, take a little time
Take a little time”



I’m knocking on your door, I’m not afraid anymore,
cos i’m hoping that i’m already, your everything…”

Healing, Shamanism, trauma, Travel

Ancestral Legacies



During cooking time in the communal kitchen at Bulungula Backpacker we made a friend, Mbali Marais, and Jasmine made fast friends with her impish companion, little Sepinkosi. We told her our story and she told us hers, and she offered to do a healing ceremony for us, at the place where the river flows out into the ocean. It was kind of a letting go of the wounds, letting go of the pain and grief after our baby boy, Rohan’s passing, and speaking to him, and speaking to all our ancestors. Mbali explains about the Ancestral Legacies, the primordial wound oscillating down the generations.

Adventure, Entertainment, Music, Travel

We Believe



One Saturday while we were still at Bulungula, we saw this group of youngsters march in with ze Germans, Paul and Mauritz. I went to check what they were doing and I heard them spitting verses in the store room. Ahh Hip Hop. So I introduced myself and offered to produce a song and music video for them. They came to see me a little later, and I checked my laptop for a beat that they liked, and then they started writing and practising while I set up my mobile recording studio. We came up with a chorus together, based on what their rap was about, and then we recorded vocals in about an hour – they were quite well rehearsed. Then we went around the village recording video in a few locations. This took about an hour, and then I went back to our rondavel and worked through the night and by the next afternoon it was done. They all came back to Bulungula to see it, and they were blown away! They loved it! It was so much fun, and such a pleasure to bring so much joy to these young poets.

“I believe, you believe, we believe, in me!” by Killer Masterz and Double Dragons

Mo and Paul, are two German youngsters, who spent there gap-year volunteer teaching at the local primary school, in Elliotdale. They did so much more for these youngsters besides just teaching, they became friends and helped them with their music, they became part of the community and culture.

children, Healing, Psychology, trauma, Travel

Reprocessing Memories



Reprocessing Traumatic Memories

with Anna Nieuwenhuis

at Bulungula Backpackers, E-Cape, South Africa

Towards the end our stay, we met two lovely, friendly Dutch ladies who were touring South Africa, and during cooking time in the communal kitchen, we became friends and discussed recipes for adventure and healing. Jill was very talkative and musical, Anna was more quiet and I assumed that she didn’t speak much English, but when I discovered that she was a Psychologist, I persuaded her to talk a bit on camera, and I was surprised by how articulate and knowledgable she was about the subject nearest and dearest my own heart, how to heal from trauma. I love how she talks about reprocessing memories to remove the intense emotional charge from them, I love how she talks about everything to do with trauma; the effects, the symptoms, and the healing process and treatment!

Art, Healing, Music, trauma, Travel

Music Therapy


The best thing about staying at a backpacker, especially one as remote and rustic as Bulungula, is the interesting, amazing, cool people you meet, getting to know them, and their stories, and having long meaningful chats about whatever. Vita and Francesco were on an adventure of their own around the entire south coast of Africa, part of it on bicycle. We really connected with them and took our meals together and talked endlessly, and just before they left I asked Vita to tell us abit more about what she does back home: What is Music Therapy and how can it help with healing Trauma?



Music was what kept me almost sane, growing up. I loved all kinds of music, but I would say that Rock, Raggae, and Trance always found a way to lift my spirits, and guide me. For the longest time music really was my religion. And then learning to play the guitar wasn’t easy for me, but I stuck with it, and eventually it became a way for me to express myself, to be creative and artistic which was what my soul yearns for, and to find away to transmute my wounds and the tight anxieties into beautiful words and sounds… the songs of my heart came pouring out.

We got Jasmine a little ukelele that fits her perfectly and I try to encourage her to play, but not push her but just let her take it at her own pace. She loves to sing and make up her own songs, no encouragement needed on that score (at times we have to ask her to calm down) but sometimes she comes up with these spontaneous truly inspired pieces, and towards the end of the video is one of those: “take a little time to heal” she says.

Abuse, Healing, Inspiring, photography, Spirituality

Look Inside



Somewhere along the way, on our escapade up to the top of the Hogsback mountains, we got a nail in our tire and so we had to get down to East London to repair the flat tire, and get the car serviced. We stayed at Areena Backpacker and ventured into East London to do our dirty work, and to pick up some art supplies. While driving around looking for the art shop we came across Marlene Neumann’s fine arts photography gallery and since we were really getting into photography and videography, we decided to check it out, and we were pleasantly blown away to find such a rare gem, and treasure chest of wisdom about all things artistic, photographic and spiritual.

Marlene has a unique way of expressing her art and self through her lens and dark room. She captures the way something makes her feel, and then she takes it into the dark room where the artistic process continues to bring out the nuances, and numinous, that was not obvious in the mere capturing of light frequencies. It’s all heart with Marlene Neumann, and she kindly allowed us into her space, and world, and this has really deeply inspired and influenced our approach to our own artistic expression, and healing process. Marlene’s advice to us is to “Look Inside!” She says that “within you, you will find all the answers that you need.”

Art, children, Magic, Travel

Fairy Meander



“Remove the mask of life and enter”

This line and the sculpture that followed it, did something to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, it was captivating and arresting. I was artistically arrested. As we meandered through this mythic fantasy world we were charmed, enchanted as we discovered hidden pixies, and sprites, dragons, elves and fairies. Jazzy loved it. Well she had a fall right at the beginning and so she cried and then her mood was gone and then we had a fight and our moods were gone, but after a while we were mesmerised back to our senses. Jazzy’s imagination was ignited and she was making up stories and games, and then we had a nice brief chat with Patrick, the creator sculptor.



children, Healing, Shamanism, Travel

Gift of Presence

On our first day in Hogsback we met a spritely pixie named Yellowfoot. She was peddling her craft, lovely handmade amulets, necklaces, hairpieces etc. and we had an instant connection. She is so youthful, bright and playful, still retaining the child-like twinkle in the eyes, and still excited about adventures and healing. We loved her work and spirit and placed an order for amulets for each of us.

When we met again at “Away with the Fairies” we had a nice visit and long chat and discovered that she is also a Shaman and does healing ceremonies that go deep into the forest to the waterfall, and deep into the psyche to the creative source, where visions are born… She talked to us about how people disempower children, and the importance of being conscious and responsible about our behaviour and energy, especially around children.



She told us to leave our shoes behind to really experience the forest, and after a little while I felt something, a shimmer in the air, and so I stopped and closed my eyes, and then i saw an energetic being moving in extreme super slow motion, in an arc, swinging, like a reaper, perhaps the mythic grim reaper, but there was nothing grim about this reaper.

Later we reached the great great grandfather tree down in the heart of the forest. This huge ancient tree which was surrounded by a tall fence. Yellowfoot made me climb it and sit inside a hollow in the massive trunk and here i had my second vision. I can’t say why but i was a little overwhelmed and i cried a few little tears, and then i had the second vision. Another energetic being, a feminine presence this time seemed to be presiding over my tears, and she joyously proudly scattered blessings from them, as they rose spinning and sparkling.

We finally reached the waterfalls deeper down in the forest, and its ceaseless gushing and energy probably inspired the third vision. The night before I had a dream of a shark that dove deep into the darkness, and now in my vision it rose like some kind of phoenix but not in flames, but in glimmering energy, once again in ultra super slomo. These visions were made of my own stuck energies liberated, i could feel them as much as I could see them.

Healing, Individuation, Shamanism

Soul Retrieval



The reason we chose to start our healing adventure in Hogsback was because of a Facebook friend’s enigmatic pictures. There was something there, something in the soft hazy magical beauty of the forest, something about her wild wolves, and the piercing serenity in her eyes, and so as soon as we got there I made contact with Lyn, and we arranged to meet and discuss her Shamanic Healing Journeys.

We met at the Butterfly Bistro, for tea and a chat, she came with her wolves, but they waited patiently in the car, while we consulted about our need for healing as a family. Meeting her was like meeting someone familiar, someone you have known a long time. She invited us to her place for a healing ceremony.

It was a rainy day and we didn’t know what to expect but Lyn guided us through the process. It’s quite simple actually, after blessing the ceremony, and playing the drums and calling on the great spirits to guide us, you lay down and relax and then she goes on an imaginal vision journey to find your lost parts. It’s called Soul Retrieval and what she brought back for you opens a new way of self understanding understanding and communion with the unconscious and one’s spirit guide or guardian angel, if you prefer, working with symbols that have the potential to energise and awaken. It was fascinating how these ‘lost parts’ intermingled and amplified the symbols that my Active Imagination had produced during the Individuation course, and how this then flowed into my artistic creative outpouring. The night after soul retrieval I was thinking about my symbols while falling asleep and I had this kind of lucid dream in which a shark dived deep and then rose and emerged from the dark water, a beautiful majestic colourful energetic bird. I started painting this…


Soul Retrieval

Art, Evolution, Healing, Travel

Eco Shrine



Just down the road from our cosy cottage was one of the wonders of the art world, Diana Graham, and her mind blowing, consciousness expanding Eco Shrine. Meeting Diana was as much a treat as discovering her fascinating outdoor exhibition, like nothing we have ever seen before, overlooking the gorgeous Hogsback mountains three. The three little Hogs, we used to call them.

Adventure, Healing, Presence, trauma, Travel

The Power of Presence

On our second day in Hoggies we visited The Edge Mountain Retreat and discovered that there was a weekend course taking place about “The Power of Presence” and it had something to do with Eckhart Tolle’s the Power of Now. We love Eckhart, and so we booked a spot for Varkha for this one and I would be with Jasmine. That’s what this expedition was all about; healing, meeting new people, trying new things, relaxing and having fun!

The ability to be present is going to be essential if we were to heal the terrible baggage of the past that was preventing us being free and living in joy; if we were going to really make our relationship work, and do better for Jasmine.

The retreat was called “Awakening the Shift” by John Homewood. We didn’t know that we were in for something very rare and special. It just shows when you put yourself out there and take a step or two in the direction of healing, life, the universe and everything unfurls to meet you half way. John kindly agreed to give a brief interview about healing from trauma.


I’ve been reading Eckhart Tolle for years, and listening to his audio books and watching viedos etc. and I could certainly talk the talk of the Power of Now, and very often walk the walk, that is, access real stillness, real peace and joy in the moment, but very often, my day to day, moment to moment consciousness, was still dominated by anxieties and fears, especially when there’s some stress or trigger. But it somehow goes unnoticed, slips underneath the radar, because we are on autopilot, and then we mask it with religious and spiritual striving and bypassing. Meeting a true practitioner of Presence, planted the seeds of transformation, and really did awaken a shift in both of us.

Overcoming the burden of the past, so deeply entangled, interwoven and patterned into the biology and neurology of the body and mind, is not so easy, and those who have experienced chronic trauma and abuse from a young age will know very well the challenges. A superficial ‘letting go’ of the past doesn’t cut it, but we learnt a very important first lesson on the journey of healing that it is very important to be grounded in the joy of presence and to be able access that peace and fun, so that when we delve into our past and encounter our shadows and skeletons, we do not get lost and enmeshed, but can always find our way out again.

It’s not another way of running away from or patching over our past and our wounds, but rather it is a new awareness and way of observing feelings and thoughts, being honest with ourselves as we look at our behavioural habits, emotional routines, and mental patterns, and taking responsibility for how we really feel inside.

It’s a strange paradox that we can only really change when we allow and accept ourselves and our lives and realise that it is all arising out of the highest wisdom and the purest love. Doesn’t feel that why when those attachments are being shattered, but eventually we realise it when we are one degree more free.


“Life will give you whatever experience is most helpful for the evolution of your consciousness.”

“Accept – then act. Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it. Always work with it, not against it.”
Eckhart Tolle

Adventure, Art, Healing, Travel


Leaving Joburg was exciting. Varkha was quite anxious because she had never done anything quite like this before. I had been on these kind of adventures but this was also new territory for me. Selling up all our stuff and hitting the road, with no plan, just a first destination, Hogsback. I called around a few places, and someone kindly offered to put in a note in the local notice board, and a day later I got a call from someone with a nice little cottage for rent, at R3000 for the month, which is a bargain, and so that was the plan, and we would see from there. It was really an adventure, going into the unknown, trusting in Life, to guide us.




We packed everything we had left in the back of our Jeep and filled all the empty spaces with blank canvases and paint and art supplies, and hit the road. After a thirteen hour drive from Johannesburg heading due South, we went offroad into the Amathole Mountains just as a stunning sunset were painting them in flaming orange. We bounced over mountain roads, and finally arrived in Hogsback, just as it was getting dark, with a little bit of petrol left in the tank (I was anxious about getting stuck in the middle of nowhere but we made it). It didn’t take too long to find our cottage, just next to “Middle Earth”. It did take some time to locate the caretaker to open up. It was cold and so he made us a log fire but this only filled the whole cottage with an acrid smoke that would have delighted Sauron himself. Apparently the chimney had been recently painted and so it needed a good fire to burn away the paint. Not the best start to our little adventure!




But we slept and in the morning we awoke to gentle sunlight glimmering everywhere an enchanted forest and its soft mosses, and artistic weaving life, and sweet sounds of birds and children chirping, and Jasmine met her friends, Liyema, Asavela, Zimi, and Yonga, and they were inseparable after that for the next month.