You’ve wrapped myth, moonlight and meaning into something that stirs the dust in a man’s bones.
As for me… I reckon I ebb and flow the way the old Marico River does...sometimes a trickle, sometimes a flood and often going underground when things get too loud. The bush teaches you that not all change is seen. Sometimes the real shifting happens in the root, not the leaf.
I’ve walked with trackers who could tell you where the moon was just by watching a kudu’s stride and I’ve sat by fires with women who spoke of seasons the way others speak of spreadsheets and deadlines, like living things.
Now, those loose ends you mention…?
Ja, I’ve got a few of those.
A letter never written...
A letter written, but never posted...
A dog never properly buried...
A friend who died whilst I was too "busy" to go to him...
A word I should’ve spoken before the person was gone...
But out here, we learn that not every end gets tied up with ribbon. Some are left loose on purpose, so the wind can catch them and carry them forward, maybe to the next story.
So thank you for this moonlit map you’ve shared.
I’ll walk with it in my pack a while.
And if Kaguya’s gift is the bloom that comes after darkness… well then, may we all be brave enough to keep blooming. Even when the light is thin.
Now that is a beautiful offering.
You’ve wrapped myth, moonlight and meaning into something that stirs the dust in a man’s bones.
As for me… I reckon I ebb and flow the way the old Marico River does...sometimes a trickle, sometimes a flood and often going underground when things get too loud. The bush teaches you that not all change is seen. Sometimes the real shifting happens in the root, not the leaf.
I’ve walked with trackers who could tell you where the moon was just by watching a kudu’s stride and I’ve sat by fires with women who spoke of seasons the way others speak of spreadsheets and deadlines, like living things.
Now, those loose ends you mention…?
Ja, I’ve got a few of those.
A letter never written...
A letter written, but never posted...
A dog never properly buried...
A friend who died whilst I was too "busy" to go to him...
A word I should’ve spoken before the person was gone...
But out here, we learn that not every end gets tied up with ribbon. Some are left loose on purpose, so the wind can catch them and carry them forward, maybe to the next story.
So thank you for this moonlit map you’ve shared.
I’ll walk with it in my pack a while.
And if Kaguya’s gift is the bloom that comes after darkness… well then, may we all be brave enough to keep blooming. Even when the light is thin.
Keep the fire lit,
Johan
Well said, sir. And yes ... even when the light is thin. Thank you for your thoughtful comments.