I am a firm believer that there are places on this earth that make “us” more “us.” Like a good friend, these places connect with our souls… in these places we feel like it’s not that difficult to be the people we were MADE to be. South Africa is one of those places for me. It is the “home” my heart dreams about. I spent a decade of my life there. It’s where I became a mother. A photographer. An artist. A believer in so many good things. A friend to some of the best people on the planet.
I feel like the best possible version of myself when I set foot on South African soil.
We just spent two weeks in our favorite South Africa. Being there was like returning home… except to a home that isn’t fully ours anymore. Right now, this little family is working up the courage to keep making our NEW LAND home. This journey has brought us and others GOOD THINGS, but it’s hard to keep the VIGIL and remind myself of that especially when
we just stared the place we love in the face for two weeks, and walked away again.
While we were there…
Late at night I think about it,
here in this place I love…
this South Africa of mine.
Everywhere there are bits of us.
Every friend has mementos
of the life we lived…
Scattered across homes.
We gave it up.
All of it.
let it all go.
It’s just stuff, right?
Do I want my old life back?
Yes, a little.
I sleep in their pretty houses.
I remember mine.
I envy a bit. I wish.
I see the BEAUTIFUL SOULS.
I remember what it’s like to
have them as FAMILY.
“When will you come back?”
“I don’t know, but I KNOW WE WILL.”
South Africa is my land…
it’s my HEART’S property.
I race up against it when I shut my eyes to dream.
I know it better than my passport home,
And it bothers me more than just a little…
to only be a guest in it.