my initial revulsion is softening

far, far away from the comfort of home, i find myself so comfortably released from the routines. strange though, that it's all the way over here in southern africa, that i end up finding the time and mental energy to focus on projects long procrastinated on. maybe it's that there are other hyper people madly clappety clappetying away with me on this - the fire of collaboration!

so here i am, safe in the cocoon of the paternal homestead, and that of the academic institution. my initial revulsion - at the fear and tension of rich beside poor and this old canyon between races, is softening. but i am anxious to get back out to that rural place and the people of mine own heart - where restless energies of all sorts can find a home, and impossible, dangerous things come together to turn baby steps into great strides. we shall see, i suppose, just what it is that i will find there, beside the keiskamma river, and the nguni cattle, and the rondavel homes, the funerals, the students and such potent history.