The Breath of My Mother – the Blessingway
The holy air – which renews all by its breathThe spirit – life, breath, renewalWe sit together and don’t touch, but something is there.We feel it between us as a presence Witherspoon Blessingway Navajo ceremony I hear the rushing spirits –the whirlwinds, gusts, breezes, blasts and breathsswishing through the mountain. The crimson waters of the […]
A Cosmic Blink
“We are very rare configurations of atoms.We are the only island of meaning in the Galaxy.We are it in the galaxy. This is it.” Brian Cox I I know thatour bodies (carbon, nitrogen, and oxygen atoms)have been assembled from different starsover billions of years that me and you are only a blink in the expansionand […]
Birds-of-paradise flower
I was born when I was old, reached youth in old age, and finally dissolved myself in the maternal body of God when this man died. This man is a star seed – where did he come from? He fell from the indeterminate. Jung II was old when I was born.I only reached my childhood […]
Sy kom oor die berg
I sy kom oor die bergeen oggend vroegek sien haar in die spieëloor my skoueren wonder oor die lierin die wilgerboom’n oënskynlike onskuldige wolkin die fatsoen van ’n harpse kolk en draaiin die effe wind ongeërgvanuit die ooste waaidat die bokhorinkiesdie slymbos en snotrosiesin die vlei daarondersoos mense malleswaaisy kom en sy skommelhaar grys hare […]
Place has “spirit”
I discovered increasingly that ‘place’ has spirit, a beingness that holds memory, especially now that I live in the Karoo landscape at the foot of the majestic Swartberg mountain range. This landscape is delineated by the looming mountain, especially the peak ‘Goue Krans’, the waterfall that sustains us, the olive trees that play with the […]
Breathing with the Earth – She is on her Way
“On a quiet day, I can hear the Earth breathing” Arundhati Roy 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 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, singing seductively. “No one may enter unless they speak in textures and colours, woven into a lattice of the felt meaning of stories”. But sometimes, when she shivers in the grip, of […]
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 myself, 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, […]
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 She is a golden mountain warrior –A gilded moment writing herselfInto the blessed formation of pyrite –A glimmering crystal of change – A wave of exploration, setting spirit on fire –“A […]
