A possible, possible.

It’s been the most life-changing week. I left behind all worries of ‘Making It: Self Employment’, dusted off the Durban Sigh and headed to the hills of a new little music festival called Spogweni. Little did I know that this little valley with no reception would wake me up to the possibilities of what life has just given me. And of course a story wouldn’t be a story without, yes, a boy.

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Take away the commercialness of Splashy Fen, add 40 bands that feature on no hipsters playlist, mix in tall trees and tee pees but don’t forget the hippies and you have Spog. A festival in it’s 2nd year, but has no means reached it’s true potential.

I climbed a tree or two.
I danced until no one was dancing.
I reflected upon my life without fear.
My cellphone lay forgotten.
Hot showers, were expected but never found.
I stumbled into new friends,
And found my smile in someone else’s gaze.

I have a thing for smiles and all the happy adjectives that come with them. I heart adventure but sometimes am too scared to discover. Amsterdam, my human, that I refuse to be a festival fling changed my lightbulb and brought back my sparkle.

He had just finished a 5 month drive from the Netherlands down the west coast of Africa and arrived in his zebra-print wrapped Landy to a place not many people thought to go. He pulled at my comfort laces until they were untied with a new passion for life, for discovery and opened my eyes to the possibility, yes daily dears, the possibility that I have the power to create my own adventure.

We spoke about places WE would see with trees bigger than you or me, about African skies and passport controls. He gave me hope in my dreams that I will become everything I want to be, and most of all he made me see that I am the only one who holds the possibility.

But saying goodbye to Spog, with a mind clearer than a crystal ball only brought sadness into my heart. Not only was I saying goodbye to a human I would probably never see again, but to a feeling I know will only last as long M4 highway.

Now back in the city smog with only ‘remember when’ moments to look back on, I’ve realised that we all live a life of possibles, we just need to put in that little effort and invite a ‘It happened’ into our lives.

Next year, I am going to explore Africa. Thank you, Amsterdam.