So in an effort to ‘just keep swimming’ I’m rewinding back to that post that I wrote about searching for Bright Red Buoy Moments. Because mother-of-effing (virgin) mojitos if I don’t find a life buoy to hang onto and catch my breath I will drown. And pulling an Ophelia and floating off face-down into the netherworld is starting to look like a really attractive holiday package.
Let me share my first Bright Red Buoy moment that’s kept my spirits up. It’s actually about a girl. A very special girl: her name is Emily and she’s my niece. Emily has teacup-sized eyes the colour of the ocean that peer solemnly from beneath a golden fringe.
In case it isn’t obvious, I’m besotted with her. She looks exactly how I imagine Alice in Wonderland would, and because she lives on a farm she might even come across a rabbit hole of her own. Although I’m not sure there are rabbits in this part of the Eastern Cape.
We had afternoon tea at Emily’s farmhouse on Christmas Day. It was hot. Like 40-degrees-in-the-shade hot. And two-year-old Emily was trotting about in nothing but her disposable nappy, waving her silver plastic wand that Santa had given her that morning.
Ever the nosy parker, Travis the Lionheart discovered her wellingtons that were standing on a shelf by the kitchen door (gumboots are a must for walking on the farm). Emily took them off the shelf and slipped them on – they are so adorable, bright red with yellow soles – and next thing you knew, we had a bare-bottomed girl in wellingtons with a wand running through the house!
It was marvellous! To be so young and free.
Thank you Emily for reminding me to run naked with nothing but my wellingtons on. The memory of your little buns in the late afternoon sun lifts my heart when I need it the most.