The author can be found rummaging through life looking for nourishment in the early hours of the morning. He is slowly going sane by using his actual life and relationships to wake up.He lives in Cape Town with his teenaged daughter, two bassett hounds named Thelma and Louise and Digit... the cat. He hugs trees, has experienced numerous dark nights of the soul, collects incorrect Chinese packaging and tracks curious things to their lair.
Monday.Psychotherapy June 1, 2015 - 6:00 am No Comment
The wind didn’t stop howling last night. I feel as if I haven’t slept. And yet I am calm, resolved, centered. I look forward to walking to work through the roiling mist and gusty streets, watching people huddle behind their discomfort. I like to feel the cold trying to weave between my textured layers, an ancient contest. I know the cold will win eventually, that one day warmth will leave my body, but not today. Today I’ll smile at strangers and drop into the agitated depths of another’s mind. I will offer a cheeky wink to the Gods and run my fingers through my children’s hair. Today I can feel that part of me that is unstruck by the world, I breathe deeply into it and know that everything will be as it must.