Ruth's Real Life

Go! Set sail! My image, Zanzibar 2014 Do you feel stuck? What happens when you wake up one morning and the voice that has been silenced for so long is shouting in your head? Life is journey but we often find ourselves on the wrong path. The choice to stay on the path that fate seems to have decided for us, or to take our destinies into our own hands, is one of the hardest tasks we will ever undertake. I wrote this poem thinking of my own life and the moments when the steps towards change were taken. Some came at a great cost to myself and others. In my heart, are so many of my friends who are caught in their own flux. Some are hesitating on the edge of that leap of faith, others have jumped and are striding ahead, dealing with the complexity that hard change brings with it. What does it take, to make that decision to go back to the paths not taken, to find the courage to live an authentic life? The price is different for each us. I don't know what the price would be...

Sucking on the Sun Perhaps it’s the change of season that brings a sense of restlessness with it. The garden is thick with fallen leaves. The sky is held on the blue fingers of empty branches. The late roses are in bloom – not because I have tended them – but because they have life and they will be what they are despite my neglect. I can see the deep orange of a Johannesburg Gold rose through my window. It looks as if it has sucked on the sun. It will drop its petals when it needs to and not before. My father, 91, holds onto the last fragments of his blooming. He will turn away when he has to. I was struck by the wisdom of one of my Grade 12s today when she said: “Everything turns to nothing.’ She’s right. But there must always be the possibility of something more between the appearance of the first tight bud and the fall of the last petal. Here I am, on the possibility path. I’m certainly not in my first bloom, but I’m not ready to shed the last petals yet. I fee...