Most important question to ask

Through the clearing, Llandudno Beach, Cape Town

A few days ago we left Port Elizabeth and flew to the Western Cape arriving in Cape Town International airport an hour later laden down with our luggage, prams, baby car seats and husband’s surf board. We attracted looks of both pity and praise for juggling such items being transported. This is how i know that i am not a traveller, a bona fide not happy until there is new soil underfoot, traveller. I take lots of ‘just in case’ stuff and always almost never use them. They must be my comfort blanket or precious soft toy because i’ve still never finessed the art of packing light. Each time i swear next time will be different and it isn’t. It’s who i am and what i do and thankfully my husband never chides or berates for the serious tonnage he usually ends up carrying. Metaphorically he knew who he was getting into bed with when we married. A girl who likes her home comforts and to be fair he isn’t a great packer either.

Thankfully an old friend was there to meet us at the airport and help transport our luggage to the home we are renting in Llandudno. We arrived in the hillside beach mecca to find a grand house tucked neatly to the left side of the Suikerbossie ‘sugar bush’ hillside, with unspoilt views of the waves crashing below to the picture perfect beach. The view is so awesome it stopped us in our tracks as we carted our luggage into the house and there we stood, transfixed, next to the rim flow pool looking out from where we are to call home for the next few weeks.

Suddenly the holiday part of my holiday was happening.

As lovely as it’s been to be in Port Elizabeth, living the life of my husbands family. Doing what they do and going where they go, we’ve been in their space and to now have some of our own is much needed. With an awesome Ocean view as an added bonus.

The poolside view
The poolside view

Going on holiday with children, particularly small children is often harder work then staying home i find. Keeping them safe, entertained and well fed is not how relaxing holidays pre-children were for us. The days take on a busy richness where busy nights were the norm. There have been times i’ve come back from holiday, actually needing a holiday but this time, after our stay in Cape Town, i sense it won’t be the case.

My heart belongs to Cape Town. It is where i married my husband, where the sun beams reflect the sunnier side of my soul and the natural beauty of the ocean and mountains remind me of the immense power and fragility that the universe creates. My inner mojo is recharged with full credit by the time i come to leave, that no other place i’ve visited yet is able to offer. I treasure my holiday mojo like a precious jewel on returning home, trying to hang onto the inner peace and tranquility time out brings to the mind, body and soul.

Driving in Cape Town
Driving in Cape Town

On my first night in this house, which by the way is a family home and not a holiday home – which makes all the difference as there are personal effects; photos and lovingly collected trinkets adjourning the shelves. I feel like i’m in a ‘Through the Keyhole’ episode and need to trot out the lines ‘who lives in a house like this’ Lloyd Grossman style….I sense the woman who owns this house is a matriarch of sorts. Her style is stamped everywhere, like most family homes. She has two children, a boy and girl who are long grown up that i can see from photos documenting them as tiny babies right the way through to graduation many years ago. I think she is clever, creative and well connected – i spotted a picture of her meeting Nelson Mandela in one of the spare rooms. You can gauge a lot by what a person keeps and surrounds themselves with and I’m left wondering what my house would say about me should a stranger come stay. Hopefully someone who prides family above all and is good fun to be around.

One thing that jumped out on me as i scoured her bookshelf – another telling trait of a homeowner – between the reference books and travel guides (this woman has travelled far and wide) there was a a little section dedicated to philosophy and a book ‘Spirtual Literacy – Reading the Sacred in Every day life’. Being how i am made i homed in on this and thumbed through whilst the girls were playing happily and i laid in the sun. Spiritual Literacy at that moment was running through my veins as i indulged in one of my favourite past times – reading, whilst i could hear the huge waves crashing on the desolated beach below along with my children’s happy voices.

What i read of the book there were two things that instantly stuck in my mind which feel like a timely reminder; an anecdote about trust – remembering to trust the universe when you need to, the signs are everywhere if we only look and the second, a more profound quote that Albert Einstein was alleged to have said when asked what is the all time most important question to ask ?….’Is the universe a friendly place or not?’ Apparently our answer to this holds the key to many things about ourselves, the life we are living and the life we carve out. It’s important we ask ourselves this.

As i’ve said before in my post finding books at times in your life when you need to read them, i can’t but help think this is my time to find some Spirtual Literacy and remind myself whilst my mojo recharges in Cape Town, how good life can be. Surely that answers for me – what is the most important question to ask.



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