Category: Sharon's Words & Way

The space between Peak and Ranger

Reservoir - The space between Peak and Ranger

Is the current space I’m occupying a liminal space? Liminal would imply the in-between. Not quite…

The green Glencairn grass of home

Glencairn cemetery Simons Town

Outside. Alongside. Outside the shopping centre, alongside the black see-through fence. The parking area at my…

The Blessings of Braamfischerville

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Saturday 20 March 2021. 22 months since we last ventured to Lwandle’s house in Braamfischerville. 27…

Labelling and the landscape beyond languishing 

Alberge Street

“Sjoe, that’s quite heavy”, Dearly Beloved’s initial response on listening to my piece on ‘Loss, longing…

My coda for Carol

Carol

Dearest Carol I don’t know where or how these words will find you. In the liminal…

On loss, longing, and languishing

A not-quite-smiling face looks up at me. A face that must show both ears and is…

A Prayer for Parkwood

“Fingers crossed”, Lwandle’s words over the gentle hiss of the iron. I didn’t immediately know that…

Contemplating heavy skies and 2021’s cake 

Knysna. Raining. Thick white sky. An uncertain emergence. The sun, like so much else at this…

Travels with a trolley, shopping in the time of Corona 

How to describe the smell, I don’t know. The natural tendency, to liken something to something…

Corona and the kitchen

4.15 am. The middle of madrugada, the evocative Spanish description of the early morning hours. An awakening…