I ran a workshop on growing through writing at the start of this amazing High School Writing Safari to Kwa-Zulu Natal. Our theme was “the journey that matters” – part of a fabulous line from fantasy/sci fi author Ursula LeGuin: “It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.” Something that is true of travel, psychotherapy and all of Life’s Journeys.
Yesterday we drove in the late afternoon into Himeville, through a landscape of rolling purple hills and blazing yellow Autumn trees. The canopy tour was behind us: we had buzzed on a zip-line through a high forest past waterfalls and monarch butterflies and ironwood trees, with the whole of the neatly pollarded treelands spread beneath us.
In Himeville, after supper and ensconced in the lounge of the old hotel, under wooden beams and around a fireplace, with all 16 travellers spread out on the sofas with their journals, it was time to reflect on the week so far.
Some idiosyncratic observations:
- Every hotel has a cat and this cat has waited all its life to meet Amy. Once scooped up into her arms this cat looks dreamily into her eyes and probably wonders why she took so long to come.
- Gabriele has an arcane word or wonderful phrase for every…
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