Pebbles in a Rock

Sunday morning was warm and sunny and I decided to soak up some sun before I leave to the cold, dark Europe next week.

I went down to Sandy Bay from Hout Bay. Early in the morning I had the beautiful beach just for myself. White innocent and clean, totally untouched, not even a footprint.

I lay down in the soft sand next to a sand stone rock. The wind was blowing prickly sand on my skin and the sun was warming me. Tickled, laughing and happy I was listening to the breathing of the ocean.

There are white clean pebbles embedded in the rock. Pebbles polished in a river a billion years ago.

Today they are on this beach turning into sand. The time of the universe is beyond our understanding and has no haste.

“Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.” Jorge Bucay

Morning Clouds

This morning I was watching the clouds forming over Constantiaberg.

Warm moist air rises and as it moves over the mountain top it meets the colder air giving birth to a constant stream of clouds. Wild beings welling up into the morning light.

 Like a silent movie of life, creating ever new and different forms: Cloud horses, wild hair, filigree webs and white dragons. In essence they are only a few liters of water, a billion droplets dispersed in the cold morning air. These forms are coming to life between the polarity of warmth and cold, between dark shadow and morning light. 

 Clouds coming to life like myself coming to life again this morning.

Alive between Land and Sea

I still have a slight cold in my body and took an easy stroll along Sandy Bay this morning.

The air is cool from the rain of yesterday. All is clean and crisp. Birds are out and about in the gentle breeze. Black messenger birds like crows gathering on a stone.

I am breathing. I am alive.  I live between the pounding sea and the sweet watered land.

A beautiful tree, with deep roots drinking fresh water, growing well at the boundary to the salty ocean. 

The grinding relentless waves, softly brutal only a few steps away.

I feel like a flower between the rocks and the sea. 

A flower growing between the broken shells. Alive out of broken pieces. 

Heat and frozen Violence

I went to my favorite spot in Sandy Bay, Llandudno today. 

I like to absorb some sun and warmth lying on a rock like a lizard. In early afternoon the granite was radiating back the energy it had collected.

Sun mixed with cool air from the sea and the warmth under my body give me the feeling of being surrounded by loving energy.

Next to me are two round rocks. I notice the texture.

There are coarse broken pieces molten into finer hard granite. 

This has once been liquid, millions of years ago. The fire of Kali made rocks crumble and stones melt in violent eruptions.

Now frozen in time the ocean waves make love to it. Slowly licking, sometimes slapping and thrusting hard, they are washing the rock away grain by grain. Time is endless.

Magic Myburgh's Ravine

Today was a warm morning. I went up the footpath above the Phakalane centre again.
This time I turned right to Myburgh's Ravine. The river bed is already dry, summer is close.

The higher I go the more the magic increases. Tree monsters guarding the ravine. 

Water dripping down a cliff. 

An animal skin pattern is formed on a pool.
I have to climb up next to the waterfall. My fear of height lets my knees tremble.

A tree holds on to the cliff already for a hundred years.

A giant stone toad keeps watch. I sit down and listen. 
No man made sounds only strange sounds of nature.

I realise, I should not climb up here alone and turn around going down slow and careful.

Myburgh's Kloof

The Mountain above the Phakalane centre is towered by Judas peak. The slopes have morning sun, just right for my early Saturday morning walks . This time of the year the pin cushions are flowering and are full of humming birds. The meandering path allows stunning views over Hout Bay and the valley.

It was still raining not so long ago and there is a waterfall in Myburgh's kloof. The kloof gives refuge to many old indigenous trees. 

At the waterfall the air was refreshing cool and moist.

Water dripping down the cliff, life giving wetness, in mother earths fold. I feel her love around me.

Naked Trees on Vlakkenberg

Some weeks ago I moved to Hout Bay and started to explore the surroundings in a meditative walking way.
One afternoon I walked up Vlakkenberg from Constantia Neck. A steep path fenced from the win yards at the beginning going up.
Long time ago a fire purged the mountain from foreign vegetation.

Lonely skeletons standing on a wind swept mountain.

Purged by fire, brushed by the wind and bleached by the sun it is only the essence which remains.

The naked form in its pure beauty reminds me and asks: What is my essence and my core?