Oranjezicht City Farm - Saturday morning shopping ritual

Well known by the locals the Oranjezicht City Farm market becomes more and more popular. Set under old oak trees it is my source for really good food for body and soul.

Buying fresh organic veggies,

delicious breads,

and a visit to my favorite cheese lady are my Saturday morning ritual.

This food lovers heaven even gives wings to the young oaks.

The farm garden invites to wonder, rest and meditate.

The sunflower paints its mandalas.

The garden is a mandala in itself with a fish pond in its center.

I see its sounds and hear its colours along the flowing axis between the mountain and the city, a mantra offering refreshment for body and soul.

And as I leave a row of little bells is ringing a good bye song.

Newlands Forest Story

The Cape Town winter can have some summer days like this weekend.

The rising sun paints the forest in beautiful colors.

Golden shadow stripes lead the way.

Fern embryos are born in a loving embrace.

A spider is guarding his net in the morning dew.

 Stars are shining along the way.

A rocky path leads deep into the mystery of the forest.

Chaos reigns deep in the woods.

It is dark; death and decay are greeting me.

I meet my old friend, a crone of a tree. I feel her connection deep in the ground to all living beings.

She carries the sorrow and pain of aeons.

As I continue I meet other trees growing tall into the light.

The eucalyptus trees grow as high as the sky.

Cork oaks carry their story carved out of their bark.

I see a little seed settling on a fallen tree. Will it grow and tell a story one day?

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.