Little fairies proele mah hairie

An intimate history of the love and loss and rediscovery of sleep The Blue Circus (detail), Chagall From the age of about three, sleep presented me with many gifts: escape, first and foremost, from pain, from unnamed, confused grief, escape from loneliness, escape from reality… Another gift was the exploration of the otherworlds: dreams, lucidContinueContinue reading “Little fairies proele mah hairie”

Digging for life’s gold like it’s a facking uintjie

When gardening becomes active meditation There’s a thing called an uintjie. It plagues my garden. It haunts my gardening dreams. Uintjie. That’s not its scientific name mind you. Its scientific name is Immortali Fuckari. That’s the truth of it. These things cannot be killed, unless you use poison over and over again which I doContinueContinue reading “Digging for life’s gold like it’s a facking uintjie”