'A good traveller has no fixed plans.' Tao Te Chiang
From the Lost Poetry Project This Sunday morning constitutional finds us traipsing across the stubby field, over the earthen wall of the dam where a couple of Egyptian geese meditate or drowse in a circle of brown water. We rise toward the morning light, climbing toward trees, seeing the rolling grassy joins and planes of […]
It was a tweet by Jonathan Jansen the other day that dragged the phrase to the surface of my mind, from where it had skulked like a prehistoric coelacanth in the deep-sea trenches of mordant recollection. That’s it, I thought. We are, in essence, a debating society. ‘We’ being South Africa. Jonathan is one of […]
We don’t call it Fall, here in South Africa. We do it the English way. We call it autumn. Be that as it may, fall has arrived, including this morning an unseasonal thunderstorm and rain. It’s not just the weather that is changing, folks, it’s the climate, as you know of course, unless you’ve had […]
If time is a river, it is a river with rapids and falls. We snipped another month off our wall calendar on Saturday, the first day of May, leaving just four months to go before we pack up and leave our house in Johannesburg and begin the long journey home, to Toronto. The calendar now […]
