Breathing with the Earth – She is on her Way
I am falling in love with the conversations of the wind and the boulders of the mountain. I feel her resilience and courage, not her power. I am willing to reach into the darkness, to touch the quivering silence of the origin, enlivening the almost deadened roots of a bruised world.
The Forest of the Unconscious
The wild woman lives on the edge of the forest of the unconscious –
sealing it off from dark, evil doings and thoughts…
We are ‘made of Earth’
“Every landscape is a condition of the spirit”. Henri Frederic Amiel
Living in the Karoo landscape, I often feel like the dry bushes my-self, spreading across the landscape, living in the olive trees, extending over the mountains with the clouds, flirting with the hues of light in the clouds’ cheeks. I feel like the nocturnal aardvark, porcupines, kudus, and leopards that come and go in the procession of the seasonal curtains of rain, wind, and snow.
A gilded moment of writing herself.
The Truth is not our goal; our art is the Absolute… where limits necessitate self-reference and self-reference makes possible self-creation which changes us”. Wittgenstein
The Flower Will Grow
A flower will grow When asked by Subhuti to reveal the quintessence of his teaching, Buddha held up a flower – the most profound sermon, without uttering a word. Welcome your soul’s music to awaken the homunculi, ‘the little life’, the doll Vasalis’s intuition, buried in your pocket to ask the disregarded question – sitting […]
A trace of thyme
A trace of thyme Here in the forest of, feeling all is body language – The sounds and smells yield a keen awareness – of the orb-weaving spiders, the dark squeak of the trunks of the olive trees rubbing against each other – The begging cries, the alarm calls of baboons, the tones and trills […]
Winged butterfly wild woman.
(This little Linocut, which I made long ago, tells the human story of suffering in a world of infinite possibilities. The dream of the sensuous body opened the door to profound participation in a new reality that emerged when the sun (logos) went underground and changed places with dreams of emergence). Every day, a new […]
A Collage of beautiful lives
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly”. Frida Kahlo The most beautiful paths meander through the darkest shadows, where we grow feathers when our legs buckle, bend and collapse. It was a ringing blue Swartberg Mountain day, clear as a bell. I felt that I was known to these […]
Humankind’s Coming into Awareness
Louisa Punt-Fouche – Chapter 4 in White Berries, Green Flowers ( In print) Oh, heaven above me, you pure and deep thing! You abyss of light! Looking at you, I shudder with divine desire. To throw myself into your height – that is my depth! To hide myself in your purity – that is my […]
