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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
Excerpts from my diary Dec 2003 to Jan 2004