The sonorous cadence of the iron bar against dry corn confined by stone translates beyond the literal finish desired. There is peace that is offered by our indigenous practices, illustratively, as the mill labour commences an escape is revived & theraphy is somewhere near; somewhere intimate & can be held and observed. As the bran separates from the endosperm so does thorns in our everyday experience find death. “Ukungqusha” is what the Xhosa’s call it and “vintage” is what the times may refer to it as. Either way a life in our roots…
I can relate…therapeutic are your words of encouragement. Therapy can be achieved through repetition, doing what you like most and escaping to that experience. Either way, its a life in your roots. Thanks for your time in either reading or watching this vlog.
More people are going to discover my side of the story…some things take time and I am very humbled to be able to narrate my story without getting greedy or arrogant about it. All genuine gifts attract genuine people, and I am glad this vlog was an eye opener to you. Thanks