Tuesday, July 8, 2014

The beauty of Zululand



Zululand Orphan Project - Make Good Work






We're back from the rolling hills of Northern Zululand. The Nongoma scattering of kraals and huts that form the community was so grateful to receive the blankets and clothes that you all donated. It really was hard not to shed tears as these little kids came forward to collect their blanket. We had approached the local Chief and his two wives who assembled a list of the all the orphans and most needy families in the community. The good news is there were not as many orphans as I thought, the bad was the whole community is one of great need.

In order to make this contribution work, we decided that in return for the blankets and clothes we would ask that all the litter be picked up and local indigenous seeds be collected and trees planted. We wanted to instill the message of conservation and support not aid and handouts. This was warmly understood and appreciated.

There are a lot of learning’s and observations from this week, which I will write up properly and for those that are interested I’ll post on my blog.

The success of this little project is really down to all the kind souls who donated money and clothes, thank you once again. I thought of you all as I looked that these dust covered faces and wished you were with me in person.

I had some wonderful helpers supporting the handout on the day – Sponele and Msimung from the area who handled the community interaction with grace and kindness. Paula, Will and Julia Harvey for photography, catering and being part of the crew happily. Lily, Mia and Adam Collins for embracing the little kids with love and kindness. Adam provided the dance entertainment. Gogo Phlly and Nontando for their gentle navigating and rallying. George Collins for being the most enthusiastic travel companion and making everyday a party.

The pics tell it all. Thank you again and I’ll keep you posted on where to from here. With love and thanks Gesh


xx

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Quietude

I sit a little away from my child on the beach staring at that sea. I'm willing it to restore me. Restore my strength, my heart, my spirit so I can run free and light. I will it to unlock my clenched jaw and let go the worry of responsibility. Always within me is this need to be set free.  Lucky it does the job and I feel the power rising.  I rise in hope, again. 

Thursday, March 13, 2014

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. By William Wordsworth