Becoming an Earth Pirate

We can’t let them tame us….it’s too late anyway Kim Mordecai

In the past two years I have lived in three different places and have journeyed many little steps into a new life with lots of big breaths, some sleepless nights and not just a little faith in some universal plan.

So far away from the rolling hills of KwaZulu Natal and the red soil I am now based in the seaside village of Kinsale. Perched up on Compass hill overlooking the curving bay, in a tiny wooden shed and right now the bells are tolling for the Angelus at 6pm. This is the point in time every evening when Catholics are meant to stop and reflect with gratitude for a day well spent. So I shall continue the tradition that I had completely forgotten for twenty five years and pause to reflect.

There are a few things about starting over that people don’t mention. The first is that you begin with 0% social capital. That is the hardest part. No-one knows you and everyone is deeply absorbed in their own lives and no matter how exciting/thrilling/alluring you may think you are, absolutely no one really cares. Frankly they may find you a little over-eager. Like a large, damp puppy acting all keen and a bit slobbery.  They may also have an urge to make you sit, be still, shut up and fit in.

The second part of this ‘realigning to a life not familiar’ is that your family really loves you: when you are far away. You are the exotic relation starring in tall tales. Moving back however your lustre is dulled pretty swiftly. You are no longer an epic legend, a destination type guru- you are the ‘starting over’ relative who lives in the attic, who may criticise your life choices whilst borrowing clothes, car, money and possibly friends.

The third thing about starting over is that you will immediately recognize your own tribe. You know, the ones with the earthy fingernails, poetry on their breath, sparkly eyes, silly puns, wellington boots, well-thumbed books, raucous laughter. It may take a few moments but it is lovely to know that they are out there doing their badass thing and that they may, in turn recognize you too.

Finding glimmers of your tribe means that you are home where ever you roam.