With my heart stretched across the globe—from South Africa to Ireland and back—I find myself in a constant state of migration. Our hearts dwell in our children’s home in Ireland, yet our South African home in The Midlands holds us still. The countryside’s echo one another—lush, green, tranquil, misty, otherworldly, ancient. Like time itself, stretching in ways beyond our grasp, yet deeply known by the soul.

In 2021, before migrating to Ireland, I had the fortune of meeting two extraordinary women. They reached out, asking to visit me in my home studio. At the time, we were strangers, and life was a whirlwind—boxes stacked high, emotions tangled in the weight of leaving, the ache of change. And yet, that encounter was luminous. I spoke of my sorrow at leaving South Africa, even as my heart soared at the thought of reuniting with our children. They offered me a gift—simple yet profound: Both can be home. You can live there. And here.

That perspective has stayed with me ever since—liberating, connecting, empowering. These landscapes, these shelters on horizons, speak to that truth: Home can be here. And there.