Why I Write

A heavy heart hurts. And having a heavy heart can physically slow you down; convincing you that your world came to a standstill while the rest of the world moves on.   In the times when I’m weighed down by my heavy heart, I turn to writing because, sometimes, only paper will listen. Writing gives … More Why I Write

‘n Goue Herfs

Met Herfs wat nader kruip, word ek herinner aan my kinderdae en hoe die verandering van die natuur se kleure, keer op keer, my hart steel. Ek bly verstom deur die skoonheid wat gepaard gaan met bome wat afskeid neem van hulle blare; hulle einde wat lei na ‘n nuwe begin.   As iemand wat … More ‘n Goue Herfs

Laaste Herfs-soen

In die oomblik van sterf; in sy oomblik van einde, dra hy meer goud in sy hande as enige ander. Mooi pronk hy die skoonheid van sy lang jare, dig gevul met die goue lig in sy laaste van dae. Sy hele wese ontplof met ‘n reënboog van kleure, stewig geplant in die aarde; gevestig … More Laaste Herfs-soen

Vitamin Sea

I’ve always loved the beach. And like any kid, a beach holiday was nothing less than amazing. But two years ago, something changed: I lost my heart to the ocean.   Being someone who tends to overthink everything, I’m afraid of drowning in my own thoughts. My thoughts are my waves crashing over me and … More Vitamin Sea

Feeling Helpless

I hate the feeling when I really want to help, but there is nothing I can do. So today I have no tips or ideas to share, only my thoughts.   Like for most people, life can sometimes hand out a punch or two; making it difficult to get back up. And as difficult as … More Feeling Helpless

Met die Sekelmaan

  Ek voer laat-aand gesprekke met die sekelmaan, vertel hom van my drome se donker waters en suutjies kruip die gety van gedagtes nader. Angsbevange in hierdie oomblik van my stilte, want ek weet, my siel, nog altyd jou hemelruim wat vir jou soos sterre skyn met helder hoop.   Ek verlang na laat-aand gesprekke … More Met die Sekelmaan