Once in a while, blog posts become self-centric. I apologize. Writing a blog is often akin to talking out loud, to one’s self.
The date was January 24th, 2008.
“It was a lovely day of breaking the rules, of throwing preconceived ideas into the wind, of going back to the source, of shaving the unnecessary, of looking deep inside instead of out, of holding a single hand rather than many, of spending time with angels, of walking barefoot when shoes are in order, of wearing jeans because they feel good, of eating with bare fingers, of doing exactly what we wanted, of staring into the sunset while dreaming of sunrise, of not caring too much about what they think, of taking a last step down and a first up, of burning bridges and opening new doors, of taking chances and daring to jump with no ground in sight, of seeing an everlasting fog finally lifted, of understanding it all, of figuring out how simple life’s complexity is, of saying yes after so many no’s, of definitely accepting the truth as only currency, of taking a deep breath and arriving home, at last.”
So I have set the top widget to show South Africa-related posts, because it’s where Marie is right now, and because I left a bit of my heart down there forever, happily spread in the fynbos and the flowers, among chameleons and leopards, bleached by the sun and scorched by the wind, and welcomed to a new-found home, and into friendly hearts.
Need I say more.