kringe in ‘n bos

I read “Circles in a Forest” as a 8yo, and somewhere in high school I discovered that this literary masterpiece was originally authored in Afrikaans by Dalene Matthee.

Years later, as a student of Literature and Language Practice I delved deeper into native writing, colonial writing and the ephemeral insights we share from reading-to-reading.

Hartspad Adventure Trails has many short route options for trail runs, hiking, or MTB. Its family-friendly environment creates a lively atmosphere over weekends when friends and family escape the bane of city life and lockdown for some fresh air, fellowship, and wholesome refreshments. The café offers a variety of baked treats, light meals, and Toro’s coffee bar is a main attraction.

Multi-layered stories are my favourite, and as we trekked through the MTB-trails at Hartspad Adventure Trails (we intended to hike the red route and ended up doing multiple loops of the blue route instead) and got sort-of-lost, I thought of how each season of life adds to the overlays of the routes we travel emotionally, physically spiritually.

“If we live by the [Holy] Spirit, let us also walk by the Spirit. [If by the Holy Spirit we have our life in God, let us go forward walking in line, our conduct controlled by the Spirit.]”

‭‭— Galatians‬ ‭5:25‬ ‭AMPC‬‬

We greet strangers in passing, and they become friends.
We grow stronger, and sometimes we stop to rest and regroup.
We feed our souls, our bodies, our minds.
And if we travel these routes often enough, a sense of familiarity lingers among the swaying treetops and the rhythm of our feet as they hit the ground, a friend reaching out to help us overcome obstacles, and above all, a deep-set realisation that even among dead things there is life.

To some this is simply circles in a forest.
To me this is the rhythm of a season.


Gospel & Grit