Sacred Kwekerboom!
Wow, nearly back after a long time, can’t wait to greet the valley and the river… Been in Joburg for a while, cape town, up to Namibia to visit Bushmen and now in Nelspruit…
Was blessed in Joburg – thank you so much Soozi and Haroun for your help in spreading the word, and Fritz and Elba for use of your place. In Cape Town I was able to catch up with my beloved brother Dave and Kim and Nina and friends Eastlynne, Astrid, Rosemary, Sheri, Ingrid, Andre and Barbara. And I joined the Space of Love gathering at the Blue Hippo and the lovely people there! And then on a mad trip with crowd to visit !Gubi lion shaman and his family in Namibia. It was quite wild all the unexpected things that happened… 3 days travelling up, with sights of the Eye of Kuruman, a beautiful natural spring pool, the Kwekerboom forest and giants stone playground, and getting lost in desert corridors late at night, till we reached the Bushmen’s sandy encampment. The Bushman family were lovely people but I was saddened that they were no longer free to live their bush life. They are now contained in corridor 18, impoverished, harassed by herero locals, politically ignored, and they were still processing the murder of their daughter by her husband the previous year. Still free, he appeared to be a psychotic of some sort, as we got news that he murdered his next wife in another place while we were there. The family had not sung or danced since, so when they did it seemed to be to sing out their sadness. Nevertheless around the fire, they still make their jokes and laugh their contagious laugh. We had a magic moment of all clapping and singing and making music that will stay with me forever. But they had many missions they wanted to fulfil while we were there, so each day was demanding a trip out on the long distances of dust road. It was on one of these that Charmayne’s car rolled, luckily no one was seriously hurt, but the car was a write-off. Despite all bizarre happenings, it was beautiful connecting with the family, and between us in the crowd. The memories that stay with me are all the animals – cocks, donkeys, goats, horses, cows, kittens, all the birds we saw – eagles, hawks, hornbills, and beautifully coloured birds, red and black, turquoise, green and orange, black and white, black and orange… and dancing and playing with beautiful little children.
But, times are a changin’ and who knows what will be next? Time to tune into our hearts and follow our greatest heart-inspired imaginings! And me I have to get used to being a baby elder, 52 I am turning, second time around my medicine wheel!… May I fulfil my purpose… May we all
Love
Was blessed in Joburg – thank you so much Soozi and Haroun for your help in spreading the word, and Fritz and Elba for use of your place. In Cape Town I was able to catch up with my beloved brother Dave and Kim and Nina and friends Eastlynne, Astrid, Rosemary, Sheri, Ingrid, Andre and Barbara. And I joined the Space of Love gathering at the Blue Hippo and the lovely people there! And then on a mad trip with crowd to visit !Gubi lion shaman and his family in Namibia. It was quite wild all the unexpected things that happened… 3 days travelling up, with sights of the Eye of Kuruman, a beautiful natural spring pool, the Kwekerboom forest and giants stone playground, and getting lost in desert corridors late at night, till we reached the Bushmen’s sandy encampment. The Bushman family were lovely people but I was saddened that they were no longer free to live their bush life. They are now contained in corridor 18, impoverished, harassed by herero locals, politically ignored, and they were still processing the murder of their daughter by her husband the previous year. Still free, he appeared to be a psychotic of some sort, as we got news that he murdered his next wife in another place while we were there. The family had not sung or danced since, so when they did it seemed to be to sing out their sadness. Nevertheless around the fire, they still make their jokes and laugh their contagious laugh. We had a magic moment of all clapping and singing and making music that will stay with me forever. But they had many missions they wanted to fulfil while we were there, so each day was demanding a trip out on the long distances of dust road. It was on one of these that Charmayne’s car rolled, luckily no one was seriously hurt, but the car was a write-off. Despite all bizarre happenings, it was beautiful connecting with the family, and between us in the crowd. The memories that stay with me are all the animals – cocks, donkeys, goats, horses, cows, kittens, all the birds we saw – eagles, hawks, hornbills, and beautifully coloured birds, red and black, turquoise, green and orange, black and white, black and orange… and dancing and playing with beautiful little children.
But, times are a changin’ and who knows what will be next? Time to tune into our hearts and follow our greatest heart-inspired imaginings! And me I have to get used to being a baby elder, 52 I am turning, second time around my medicine wheel!… May I fulfil my purpose… May we all
Love
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