To feed ones creative spirit it is necessary to be a ‘curator’. One must collect and gather ideas, words and images – just as one collects pebbles or shells on a beach. Sometimes a beautiful shimmering word, expression or image may pop into your head. Then you must act quickly. You must snatch it up, before it is gone again, and drop it carefully into the bucket of your soul, for you never know when you may need to use it.
Today on the trail, the ‘Aloe Maculatas’ were begging for my attention once more. They are everywhere on the mountain, flowering prolifically in various shades of sorbet – tangerine, naartjie, lemon and lime. A beautiful winter display.