Solitude - Rocket Rd to Sandy Bay

On Saturday I invited friends to join me on the walk along Rocket rd to Sandy Bay. It was unpleasant cold and windy. Stephen and his kids soon left me, it was just too cold.

Without company, the walk takes on a different quality. My perception changed to an awareness of being out in the cold on a lonely path to a far away foggy destination.

As I continue I noticed, despite the cold wind there is beautiful life to be experienced along the way.

A flower in a multitude of greens......

and a brave leaf with a purple heart.

The mountain announces its awaking and a glimps of spring with an explosion of yellow.

As I come down from the Rocket Rd I see the wreck of the Coppelia lying battered as a warning sign.

This shore is rocky and dangerous.

A lonely flower announces its desire to be met with aggressive colours.

It is good to look ahead to where I want to be.

On a path where the flowers play,

and are dangling like bells moved by the wind.

Finally I am home and with a deep breath take in the solitude of an empty beach.

Timeless rocky shore at Llandudno

I was longing for the sea this morning and for a short while the sun was out on the rocks at Llandudno. The air was absolutely calm.

 And the ocean pounding and foaming. 

A polarity repeated a million times. Foam structures  are so short lived.

Who decides about time, what is short and what is long? 

Rocks are marked to break up in 10 000 years. They are short lived too.

In an blink of an eye of the universe an organism takes a short lived opportunity to grow.

There is a gate way to a living world between the broken rocks.

A swampy world like millions of years ago.

Everything is a perfect reflection beyond time. 

Life seems so short, but born out of the feminine and the masculine it creates itself again and again.

Am I on the edge, ready to jump into its fullness?

Wintery Deer Park

After nearly 4 weeks away I am so happy to be back. I had to go and visit Deer Park and say hallo.

 

It is really winter only the water is alive and wild after the rain.

 

 

Big fat drops are dancing in the wind.

 

 

 

Medusa is holding on at the side of the stream

 

 

A butterfly in the making, a chrysalis full of  mysterious alchemy.

 

 

Sleepy dragons are hiding.

 

A shy beauty is showing her face and trying for some sun light.

 

Some succulent does not care and is in full bloom.

 

Besides the raging stream there is calmness and resting of the winter season.

I am home at my beloved mountain.













Waterfall in Baviaanskloof, Hout Bay

It was a very cold morning and I went back to Hout Bay to visit the waterfall in Baviaanskloof.

 

A flower braved the cold with perfect symmetry. 

The little stream was fast flowing, bubbling along. Too cold for frogs. 

I saw snow balls growing in the cold air. 

The path is dark and mysterious. 

 

The noise is giving the cascading water away. 

Invisible to the eye, the air is full of tiny drops. Orbs are dancing.

It is an easy scramble up towards the warmth of the sun. Suddenly I see an empty heart, waiting to be filled.

I see life piercing through a thick cover knowing ist direction.

I see a yoni where the protea branches. Every point of growth is marked with the sign of the feminine.

All growth is celebrating life without hesitation. A flower knows no fear.

Weekend in Stilbaai

We went on a weekend away to the Wild Olive Farm outside of Stilbaai. Not quite Cape Town but well worth a visit. 

We arrived Friday in the dark and I was greeted on Saturday morning with a spectacular sunrise. 

Wild Olive Farm grows olives and organic veggies.

To see the perma culture gardening in action was amazing.

Chicken living as they are supposed to live, a lively and happy bunch.

Our home from home was the Apple Tree cottage. 

We enjoyed the old world "Gemütlichkeit" and the fireplace.

Two noosey fellows joined us for breakfast on the veranda.

We felt surrounded by love.

From the farm it is a mere 11km to the village and the sea.

We spent late afternoon at the river in absolute stillness.

The sun was setting over the valley..

In the twilight...

we caught "Haas" grazing.

Before leaving on Sunday I went on a short walk hunting for pictures.

Even just along the path there was so much to see.

Thanks to John and his very friendly staff for the hospitality. We had a relaxing and refreshing weekend.