One big shift for me to become a true Soutie is getting used to the seasons. I grew up in Durban where Winters are warm enough for beach weather, and Summers are boiling. The seasons here on Mud Island are distinct, and there are very much four of them. Gardens that disappear completely and burst into life. Particularly where Gem and I have set up home in the Shire. Straight out of the story books, there are hobbits everywhere gardening and farming. Endless Summers have their appeal, but I love the changing character of this corner of the globe that makes weather so topical. It has strengthened its hold on my heart during the Covid Lockdown, when we are all cut off from each other. By ocean, border, or car being immaterial. The lessons of Autumn and Winter seem apt. Unlearning and stillness. Creative destruction. Reskilling. Survival. Time to reflect on what truly matters and what is permanent. Moments when we can’t do anything, because there is nothing to be done. Moments to acknowledge those who have to do, because they have no other choice. Moments to be grateful for our ability to survive challenges and connect seasons. Till we can hold each other once again.
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