“Waar jy is, wees daar.” – my Oupa
Where you are, be there.
In many ways, Musings from a “Bachpack” is for Oupa, my grandfather. He is an architect – a true artist with and eye for beautiful things. He is my forever muse and a big reason I enjoy writing.
People always ask me why I never go anywhere without my (real life) backpack. It is with me in the lecture and dining hall, the botanical gardens and the library. It is like the thing is glued to my back, they say, either that or I keep some highly valuable things in there.
In truth, I do keep my most cherished worldly things in there.
My Oupa once said to me that everyone carries their life’s backpack. “We collect beautiful things along the way but we also collect burdens”. The beautiful are like sand roses, letters, a copy of Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, and headphones so that you can listen to Bach anywhere you go. Burdens are like the receipts and sweet rappers that accumulate at the bottom. They take up space.
Writing is my way of ‘ being where I am’. To write is to sift through this backpack, so that I can save the good and let go of the bad.
This blog is a platform for me to have conversations with you.