The crickets have returned. When I stand on my balcony late at night it's quite unreal, knowing leopard toad breeding season is upon us and hearing the crickets as well a multitude amphibian chorus.
It's true what they say that the Western Cape doesn't really experience winter the same way folks do elsewhere. Yes, it's cold at night, especially when there's no cloud cover, but it rarely plunges below 0 degrees Celsius and once we're past Longest Night, all the signs of life returning to our land becomes evident.
It's green, days are generally warm when there's no cloud cover, and we only receive rain every ten days or so when a three-day cold front brushes past.
And now the crickets... Harbingers of summer and the southeaster, and long lazy days when it's too warm. I love these in-between months where we receive the best of all seasons. I hate the height of winter and summer, when it's either too cold or too warm. Maybe it's because I was born in late summer, with a preference for times that are neither here nor there.
Things are progressing well. I had a brief flirtation with my Black Dog on Wednesday but I was able to contain the symptoms, realising what I needed most was to retreat into the Treehaus and keep the world at bay.
I'll be honest. I hate humanity. I no longer identify myself as being a member of Homo sapiens sapiens
. I may wear this form but it hides something Other
, alien. I look at people who are blinded by petty emotional squabbling, oblivious to that magic residing dormant within all of us.
It is all too easy to bank that flame within, that spirit to reach beyond the comfortable borders of our existence. Life provides so many distractions that if only we were able to look past these ephemeral noises we could be so much more, DO so much more.
It's not always easy remembering my Self, knowing the universe is infinitely pliable so long as I am aware of which threads to pull, but I try, and today is a day of Self-remembering, of recognising within me the potential to be everything I want to be.
As a fellow Traveller of the Path Less Followed told me a few months back: "There's no such word as 'can't'," I must continue with my Great Work, no matter how impossible it seems, no matter how many obstacles throw their illusory obstructions in my way.
It sounds simple when put in words but there's one question I must ask myself every day: "What do I really want?"