16 December 2024
In the dance of life’s grand scheme, Three’s a charm, or so it seems. Three parts of day: dawn, noon, and night, Three paths to choose: left, middle, right.
Beach Walk – 4.7 Km
A beach walk is like a gentle awakening, a way to greet the day with open eyes and a renewed spirit. The salty breeze, the rhythmic sound of waves, and the soft sand beneath your feet combine to invigorate your senses and prepare you for whatever the day has in store. There’s something about the vastness of the ocean that puts life into perspective, making room for new possibilities and a sense of calm.
Today, we were reminded of the beauty in life’s simple moments and the profound impact they can have on us. It was a day of awakening, inspiration, and heartfelt connection.
Art at the Die Koelkamers Theatre
We were lucky enough to be invited to Wilko Roon’s exhibition in Paternoster. The crowd was an interesting mix—some seasoned art lovers, curious locals, and a few passersby drawn in by the excitement. Each person brought their own vibe, adding to the colorful atmosphere.
The artist’s vulnerability struck me. Imagine baring your soul, your heart, and your mind through your art, letting everyone peek into your world. It must be both thrilling and nerve-wracking to stand there, knowing people can see right into you. I could sense the blend of pride, hope, and a bit of apprehension in the artist’s eyes.
Why do artists choose to seclude themselves in small towns like Paternoster? It’s probably the tranquility, the slower pace, and the close-knit community that offers a perfect retreat for creativity. The beauty of the landscape, the sound of the sea, and the warmth of the people provide endless inspiration. It’s a place where they can truly focus on their craft, away from the hustle and bustle of city life.
Living here allows artists to breathe, to think, and to create without distractions. It’s about finding a space where their art can flourish in its purest form, supported by a community that feels like family. I get it—there’s something magical about these small towns that nurtures the spirit and ignites creativity.
The exhibition was more than just viewing art; it was about understanding the artist’s world and their journey. I left feeling inspired and connected, with a deeper appreciation for the life of an artist in such a serene and supportive environment.
Meeting Wilko and hearing his story was truly moving. He had a terrible accident when he was fifteen, which left him severely injured. It took months and years of therapy to help him regain the ability to move, swallow, and talk. Despite these challenges, he has created exquisite works of art. The size and detail of his paintings bring them to life in a way that is both captivating and inspiring.
Music at The Koelkamers Theatre
While wandering through the art exhibition, my sister was inspired to buy tickets for Mel Botes’ show. As we sat there, surrounded by memories and the raw emotions of the performance, it was clear how deeply we were touched. It was a moment of reflection and healing, a reminder of the power of art to minister to our souls.
Ek treur oor ma so tussen deur alles. Dit is soos vlae emosies wat deur my spoel. Ek het in my lewe al baie trane gehuil op die ritme en woorde van “Private Investigations” geskryf deur Mark Knopfler van Dire Straits faam. Dit het gisteraand ook gebeur.
It’s a mystery to me
The game commences
For the usual fee
Plus expenses
Confidential information
It’s in a diary
This is my investigation
It’s not a public inquiry
I go checking out the reports
Digging up the dirt
You get to meet all sorts
In this line of work
Treachery and treason
There’s always an excuse for it
And when I find the reason
I still can’t get used to it
And what have you got
At the end of the day?
What have you got
To take away?
A bottle of whisky
And a new set of lies
Blinds on a window
And a pain behind the eyes
Scarred for life
No compensation
Private investigations
Golden hues touch the horizon’s line,
Whispers of dusk in a gentle sign.
Waves kiss the shore in a tender sweep,
As the sun bows low, preparing to sleep.
Colors blend in a fiery embrace, Reflecting dreams on the ocean’s face.
The sky blushes with evening’s grace, In this serene, magical place.