Happy Thanksgiving
I've been busy, many apologies for this sparse post.
I did not go to the funeral in Limpopo. My colleagues interpreted the obstacles that were placed in front of us as the spirits not wanting us to make the journey. The belief was that the ancestors were telling us not to go, and that we should not force ourselves through the troubles that were laid out before us.
It made perfect sense to me, and I'm keen to speak to Mapule further about her beliefs in these matters.
Instead of the funeral, I went to Zoo Lake on Saturday afternoon. I took many photographs, and when I have the time to spend with the computer, I will learn how to post them on blogger. I will also finish those posts about my project and the visits I have done; they are so complicated in their details and politics that I have not been able to post them yet. Know that while it may not reflect it here, I am working. ;)
Back to Zoo Lake. I spent much time alone, just watching the birds on the water and thinking my thoughts. Girls from a nearby township who were bused into the park kept stopping to say hello. One girl introduced herself to me. Her name was Irella and she could not have been more than 14 years old. She seemed quite concerned that I was sitting alone, and I must admit that I was eager for the company. As we walked around the lake together, she asked about the Great White North, and we discussed the snow and cold. She pulled on her thin jacket and said that she thinks she would have to get warmer clothes were she to visit Canada.
I will post her photo when I put up the rest.
That's all I have left for today. It has been a tiring day of South African contrasts.
Goodnight. Happy Thanksgiving.
I did not go to the funeral in Limpopo. My colleagues interpreted the obstacles that were placed in front of us as the spirits not wanting us to make the journey. The belief was that the ancestors were telling us not to go, and that we should not force ourselves through the troubles that were laid out before us.
It made perfect sense to me, and I'm keen to speak to Mapule further about her beliefs in these matters.
Instead of the funeral, I went to Zoo Lake on Saturday afternoon. I took many photographs, and when I have the time to spend with the computer, I will learn how to post them on blogger. I will also finish those posts about my project and the visits I have done; they are so complicated in their details and politics that I have not been able to post them yet. Know that while it may not reflect it here, I am working. ;)
Back to Zoo Lake. I spent much time alone, just watching the birds on the water and thinking my thoughts. Girls from a nearby township who were bused into the park kept stopping to say hello. One girl introduced herself to me. Her name was Irella and she could not have been more than 14 years old. She seemed quite concerned that I was sitting alone, and I must admit that I was eager for the company. As we walked around the lake together, she asked about the Great White North, and we discussed the snow and cold. She pulled on her thin jacket and said that she thinks she would have to get warmer clothes were she to visit Canada.
I will post her photo when I put up the rest.
That's all I have left for today. It has been a tiring day of South African contrasts.
Goodnight. Happy Thanksgiving.
posted by Jana at 9:03 PM
2 Comments:
Well hello cuz hope all is well besides your cat adventures. lol
All seems well here and down home aswell. I moved to Brantford area last month for a new job with John Deere. I know its about time or what. lol Anyways hope your having more days like in your post and remember not to work to hard.
Trev
Hey Trev,
Congrats on the move to Brantford! You will be much closer to visit upon my return.
I thought you and your sisters would get a kick out of my cat adventures. :)
Keep in touch.
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