Knysna


Spinning wheels on the centrifuge of the chakras eye, disorientation in a foreign land Through the net of miscommunication, is elevation as I'm learning to overstand Cuz I'm trodding lands y'all never seen before, feeling vibes I know I've felt before So I flip modes with analysis you'd never create, flowing through experiences I could never relate But as far as I feel away I remain in comfort, it's like my life of before, but with a little distort New plans in a strange land trying to overstand, making the conversion like dollar to Rand
I knew that I did not run on the same expectations and limitations as the breddrin I was among, and I didn't know quite what to think about it. Did that make me any less valid, or were we just living in our own different perspectives? I remember one of the breddrin telling me that I shouldn't have a ring on my lock, since it wasn't an ital thing to do.
Saturday evening we headed down to a store near the township to pick up some videos. It was nice walking down through the township with the breddrin, moving as a group, hearing people big us up "AHOY Rasta!!" We would tuck through all the trails and shortcuts, by peoples back yards and homes, and down to the main road. Once we were down to the road, we spoke with a breddrin there who was selling fruit. We spoke together with this breddrin for a time, then moved on down to the road that goes into town. Along the way, we passed a shebeen, hearing kwaito bumping out of the speakers. Once we reached the main road heading down into town, we crossed over it and took an abandoned road down to a service station located on the hill headed down into town. I took some photos of us walking along there at night. We got down to the store and I picked up a little food, and then we headed upstairs to get some videos to watch. After that, we headed back up the hill and into the township for the night.
[Journal Entry from Monday March 2] Three days spent in the hills of Knysna. Definitely an intense experience. I went to a camp called Judah Square. I went up Friday evening, and chilled up there until this morning, Monday morning. It was a good time to get away and check myself, settle a bit and mediate. It was good in that I had a chance to remember my anchor, be called to terms, and feel some inity and livity. I also realized my distance, be it good or bad, from the breddrin. That's one of the paradoxes of this place. Many of the times when you learn how far away you are, you are also taught just how close you are...