Anyway, as part of this beautiful journey I have recently decided to reconnect and surrender to the power of my spirituality, something I had tried to ignore for so long. And while on this same breath, I have been receiving blessings over blessings in the form of people I meet, of the conversations we have, of the places I visit. I have also learnt the need to completely surrender and trust that everything is at is supposed to be. So, this past weekend, I dedicated the Sunday afternoon to meeting a wonderful woman who is behind the dream that is AfroBotho. She sent me the coordinates to where she was. When I asked her about the roads, her response was that they were sandy but not too deep. That was enough confirmation. I got into the car and followed the instructions from Google Maps. About 5 kilometers in to the unfamiliar wild, the car got stuck into the sand. I realise now that because I didn’t panic, help came sooner. In less than an hour, I was finally at the AfroBotho Retreat Centre, being welcomed with so much warmth and love. I was excited to be there and as I told them about my sandy experience, while also trying to breathe in as much of the place as I could, my heart kept leaping out to the beauty out there. It felt so surreal.
If someone would have told me a year ago that I would one day be at peace with who and what I am, I would have thought they were crazy. I have spent so much of my time, for as long as I can remember, writing to find my way back to my basic version, sometimes to an even better person than I was before.
We talked, we laughed, I threw stones into the water but because of time limitations, I did everything so fast and as we were in the boat for the mini cruise, I realised that I had left my camera behind. The view as we turned to face where the chalets were, was just breathtaking to say the least. I still regret that I was not able to capture the images that I can only see as as shut my eyes to imagine. I remember saying out loud that “I think God lives here,” as I was getting multiple doses of little heavens.
I left in a hurry because it was getting darker and I didn’t want another episode with the sand. MotherK and her husband accompanied me back to where the road was less sandy and as I bid them farewell, I swore to myself that I was definitely going to go back. Maybe for a Writers/ Artists Retreat or for the Healing sessions they might have soon. For now, I will keep basking in the thoughts and memories I have of this place. Namaste.
VIXEN ON THE MOVE 