It has been six months since I returned to the USA, my home country – after 10 years in the little dorpie of Rosendal in the South African platteland.
Where we live now, the roads are smooth and the electricity is always on, but there is a large hole in my heart.
In Rosendal, the pace of life is slow, and I found it life-giving. There are mountains to contemplate, clouds to watch, cows dawdling down the road, always friends to greet, a cup of tea to drink.
Many people have a communal role. There are the pie bakers, snake catchers, builders, bread bakers, expert gardeners and horse whisperers. I always had a tow rope in my Landy, and helped out when roads were muddy. In all my life, I…
