yes, can you believe it, it’s me! or according to the grammar nazi version of me, it is i!

i’ve written exactly 7 posts on this blog since the beginning of january 2013. yes, i counted. it’s like the words dried up, or at least they stayed mostly quarantined in my head. and despite my best intentions to return to what has always been my core identity – someone who writes. a writer. a poet. a smithy of words – something has blocked me. till now.

this past weekend i had the priviledge of attending The Artery – a creative immersion led by my friend verity maud at melody hills retreat in the magaliesberg.

it was one of the best things i didn’t know i needed. we wrote, danced like mad dervishes, photographed, meditated, swam, walked, had intense conversations and i got to dust off some cobwebs which have been accumulating in so many areas of my life.

i know i’m creative. after all, i’m known as a maker of things! but i’ve been in a very long limbo, in something of a creative slump and this week-end helped to blow me wide open, both physically and emotionally. and i want to stay that way. the past 3 days helped me determine to get proactive and start my creative juices flowing again.

so this my friends, is me. i mean, i. 😉

i’m back.


i have been leading a mad hatter existence lately, like alice, following the white rabbit down the hole with abandon.

as an avowed burner (someone who has attended the burning man festival in nevada 4 times and believes in the tenets that make these events so life-altering), i decided that i had to make an effort to get back to afrikaburn this year. i made it to the first AB for fewer than 24 hrs and since then work and shooting commitments have kept me at the 9 to 5, wait, let’s make that 7-7 grind. not this time.


hoopdancing in the hailstorm that met our arrival in tankwa town. photo: verity maud

my dear friend and cohort in creativity, verity, inspired me to hunt down sets of powerisers/skyjumpers (bouncy stilts) for us to costume and wear to the burn and though it’s been at least 7 yrs since i last owned a pair, i can’t begin say how much i enjoyed being back up in the air (once my trepidation abated after about the first 15 minutes or so).


rising up!

with verity in our desert goddess/warrior garb at afrikaburn. photo by sally louw

this AB (which is a regional event connected to and based upon the burning festiva) feels a little like my first burning man – i feel revived and like i’m waking up from a very long sleep. yet again. since the burn i am once again hooping and spinning and even lighting up again for the first time in so many years. i’m even dressing differently – more like the sassy, funky, ferocious, feline who seems to have been in hibernation for a while. it feels like fuel has been poured on some unsuspecting dying embers and the firephoenix is once again rising from the ashes.


i loved the creativity required in getting ready for the “no spectators” event that is AB. i had to explain more than once to those who don’t get it, that anyone who goes to AB is a crucial part of creating the event, becomes a participant/performer and is the art/entertainment as much as the next crazy-costumed, walking artpiece.

2012 is purported to be the year of transformation. i think i’m ready!


photo: cathy box


the nirvana air crew – the airline with no guarantee that you’ll get there. photo: adriaan van zyl


the condor crowd – the 6 of us drove down to AB in a condor – took us 25 hrs to get there and about 22 to get back. totally worth it!


verity and i traversing a puddle in the desert!!! photo: kim ludbrook


my semi burlesque/steampunkish outfit photo:kim ludbrook

Mardi Gras …

Aye Aye captain! Photo: Lauren Clifford-Holmes