Tag: wanderingthru
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Letting go
The bush has a funny way of reminding you that nothing (or everything if you want to be sceptical) happens by chance. What you see, what you witness, what you experience is a product of a series of events that are meant lead you somewhere that you might miss, should you not listen. The meaning…
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Look the other way!
Warning: this is not a glamorous story. People associate me to different things, but those who really know me often associate me with cycadas: “I need to pee” is probably the most typical phrase I will every say. A phrase that much to everyone’s –and my own- despair is spoken in the worst and less…
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Baby season
In May every year we have a bush festival of sorts, with its own music and in which adult act like teenagers and you only participate if you’re an impala. It’s a big party because females come into heat. All of them. At the same time. The amount of hormones fluttering about make all the…
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Crime scene
One of the most enchanting aspects of a being out in nature and not seeing animals is to focus of the puzzle pieces their movements leave behind. From learning to identify tracks, to scratches in the sand, to being able to predict movements, it all becomes part of the game that makes you feel nothing…
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Where the wild things are
There are moments out there in the bush where small conversations carry a universal feeling. As the last of the lights flicker in the horizon, you allow yourself to wonder at the world, at humanity, at the future. Sometimes the silent whispers and the hushed conversations you share in the wilderness are all that it…