Welcome to my prairie
Today we celebrate Freedom in South Africa. Freedom is something we humans need in so many different ways, and for each of us it has one, or many, different meanings. What does freedom mean to you ? For me it means being in charge of my choices – to love, to do, to be. And most of all, to be allowed. In this century, there is far more permission than there ever has been before and it is a wonderful thing to see who does what with this permission. I tend to steer clear of those who are focused on their rights, hammering away at old walls, and find resonance with the ones who really want to get on with their lives and enjoy what there is to be enjoyed. So I have decided to start writing … (thank you Colette – you put the thought into my head!)…because there is so much to be shared in what we love and the exchanging of all things lovely will spread happiness and sunshine….completely for free.
Here in the Western Cape, between the winelands and the weatlands, is my prairie. When it was shown to me 15 years ago, I did not want to move here. A piece of land that my husband bought, with nothing on it. Absolutely nothing……save this old olive tree. It is a wild olive, and estimated to be at least 200 years old. I fell in love with the tree, the love of the land came later. Behind this tree you will see a planting of lots of baby trees; this is one of the first things we did, to plant more than 100 trees. How easily 100 trees get lost in the landscape!