Another birthday party…


Unusually for me this party was quite low key and unstressful… I organised some catering… used my iphone as the music and Leo used it as a camera too 🙂 … borrowed cutlery from my landlady… iced the bubbles (and drank a lot of them)… and then the delicious party of friends some from a hundred years ago and some newer ones… and I realised that even though we may be 1000s of miles away from one another, we remain beautifully and deeply connected… It was special… Beth made me a yummy birthday cake with candles that don’t blow out… so I hoofed and phoofed and spat everywhere in desperation to blow them out… It was the perfect re-entrance party to herald my sojourn in the still rainy and cold Cape… and here is a piece of a birthday poem that was given to me… ” Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive… who is you-er than you! Shout loud, “I am lucky to be what I am! Thank goodness I’m not just a clam or a ham.. or a dusty old jar of sour gooseberry jam! I am what I am! That’s a great thing to be! If I say so myself, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!”

A magical west coast


Finally the rain stopped, the mountain appeared, CT glistened again and off we went to the magical Churchaven… a beautiful enclave on the West Coast about 100kms outside of Cape Town… It is in a national reserve and there are tough laws about how you can build and protection of indigenous flora and fauna… so it feels like a piece of paradise… and the people we had lunch with have a gorgeous heavenly place overlooking the lagoon which is translucent turquoise… It was an unusually still day and there was another surprise waiting for me… one of the lunch guests was someone I haven’t seen for 25 years! I guess this is one of the reasons for being here… It does feel strange in an expected way – people appearing from another lifetime 🙂 I’m still getting used to being here and taking each day as it arrives…

A whimsical moment


Part of my birthday was spent at Muizenberg in the Cape rain… to watch my buddy’s son learn to surf… I had such a powerful sense of where I spent my summers as a child… swimming in the Indian ocean with my dad and pleading with him to take me out where I couldn’t stand… I feel a bit like that now – without the comfort of a job or my life in Oz… a bit like I am out where I can’t stand and the sense of the unknown and a strange mix of excitement and fear… and returning to change in our bathing box with sand on my feet and hating that feeling of wet sand when I walk … and wishing we could stay longer… and my father ever-vigilant against the South-Easter always wanting to leave in the early afternoon before the wind came up… and memories of gobbling sandwiches from my uncle’s parked car … these beautifully created crustless sandwiches – I loved the egg mayonnaise 🙂 … So yesterday with my childhood buddy in the rainy Cape I felt some old memories stir… it seemed fitting to have a whimsical moment for a birthday in my birthtown…

A Welcome

What a birthday welcome – I flew in on one of those spectacular Cape Town days – in all my travels there is really nothing that rivals the mountain bathed in brilliant and windless sunlight… and my cute little hire car took me to my new place of residence which is absolutely divine… an eco-friendly delicious space and from the second storey balcony I can gaze at Table Mountain and if I crane my neck from the one bedroom I can see Table Bay… my landlady is delightful (a yogi too) and she had stocked my larder and a beautiful bottle of bubbles and chocolate cake to welcome me and my birthday… what more can anyone possibly want as a welcome…

On my way

On my way to Cape Town this afternoon… it wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t a little fearful… as some wise person once told me – Fear is an acronym for Feeling Excited and Ready… So as I get ready to leave the comfortable, familiar Joburg nest of my best buddy since kindergarten and spread my tentative wings to Cape Town, I wonder 🙂

Steamy eyeballs and jetlag


Thankfully I have a short memory and I forget how hideous and endless the flight to Joburg is and how dreadful I feel on arrival and how sleep is elusive from about 2.30am… I was upgraded so I managed to drink in comfort 🙂 and guess what despite the eyeballs on stalks and the jetlag… I do feel blessed to be having this sojourn in the mother country with little planned and little organised and just seeing what unfolds… there is some special synchronicity to have my milestone birthday in my birth city…

I Wonder…

I forget the power of words sometimes and how in their nuance they decide your experience… when I say I HOPE (like I hope it all works out)… it has all the expectation of failure and disappointment lodged in it in technicolour but when I WONDER (I wonder how it will all unfold)… it has dazzling possibilities, the hint of amazing adventure … it subtly but powerfully changes my vantage point … I wonder what this time in Cape Town means for me and why after two decades I am returning for a sojourn to a city I have barely known since my under graduate days at UCT… So here on the edge of departure I WONDER how the journey will unfold…