The morning routine is by far my favourite. Early rise followed by yoga postures, meditation, coffee, the school run with the dogs on the back seat and then the grand finale – a long walk in the park.
The dogs run free, sniffing out something stinky, smiling from ear to ear. We follow the same route every day, and everyday it is equally tranquil and beautiful. The little dam with the family of Egyptian Geese calls for a pitstop, especially when they have little ones.
Up and around, straight down the path and at the big grass lawn, the spectacular view of the big dam from above. That’s the reason I never change direction, because I love that view so much.
Towards the end of the walk comes the bench canopied by the big, mystical tree. On that bench I sit and think and sometimes talk out loud – to myself, to the sky, the birds. Often the wind and birds chip in, but mostly the silence has the best reply.
This tranquil spot slap bang in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the busiest city in Southern Africa is my special place, where I share my secrets, get some answers and return to as often as I can.