Month: May 2018

The art of living light.

Discussing life with my Oupa is one of my favourite ways to pass time. He may have turned 83 this year but is just about as active as a 38-year-old; he is a working architect and artist, in his spare moments making films and travelling to far flung places like China with my grandmother. Talking to someone with such a positive quality of gentleness and quiet propensity to soak up experiences like a sponge is more of a privilege that anything else. One afternoon we were eating apples and mindlessly dangling our legs from the bench on which we were sitting. Oupa said something complex : “We all carry our own backpack through this life. We collect beautiful things along the way – like desert roses from Namibia or a post card from a stranger – but we also collect burdens.” Rather like receipts, I thought, or sweet wrappers that accumulate discreetly at the bottom of one’s backpack, taking up more and more space. “We have the liberty to unpack it, reorganise it and remove the …