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.
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”
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.