Just back from visiting South Africa. This time the trip was not to explore, discover and uncover, at least not in my usual fashion.
My beloved dad is ill, so this was a trip to reconnect to my roots, revisit my family and see them through the eyes of love, and to see them as creative people separate from myself. To approach my family dynamic with compassion, and openness. Holding the beacon of love like a mirror and reflecting back what I have received. Perhaps never seen or understood prior to this time.
A time for tears and for expansion. Listening to the birds outside and looking at the birds inside. All those ceramic creatures my mother has gathered. Revisiting is not complete without looking at Africa and being reminded how different it all is from my life in America. To Africans, America seems so exotic and desirable. The land of the free. Yet when my heart and feet touch Africa, the motherland, I feel a lightness of spirit and a wonder at how beautiful and young everything is. In spite of the problems and corruption.
Red soil, green fields, Cape Dutch Architecture, bright colors, innovative design. Crafts and creative cleverness – a visual feast – that soaks my skin. Delights my eyes, nose and ears. I am like a little child discovering treasures. There is inspiration in egg shells, cardboard, aloes and tin. Everywhere you turn decorative twists pulsate and spark design ideas. My heart wept and glowed and my finger snaps a million prints. So much so someone asks me if I am James Bond’s wife – another story altogether…. Leaving Africa is a struggle. Truly it is a gift to be able to go home.
Joie de Vivre