I looked, and I saw that I was in a small room with several women gathered together. Two women in particular caught my attention because of their long hair, unusual clothes, and the conversation they were having. When I spoke up, they welcomed me into their midst and we continued to converse
This is the story of how, in my fifties, I got back in the saddle to explore the world on horseback in spite of being severely visually impaired. I believe in dreams and in the soul's calling. When opportunity and intention come together, anything is possible. But it all began with claiming the right to do what was buried deep in my heart.
A strange sort of peace
Since the call for all South Africans to practice social distancing, a strange sort of quiet has descended on our neighbourhood. Sure, it is a public holiday, but no other Human Rights Day was ever this subdued. There are few cars in the streets, few pedestrians on the pavements, and few aeroplanes flying overhead. No-one is making any plans to get together. Things are almost at a standstill.
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