08/12/2025
When I was a little girl, my father painted elephants on the walls of our home, and his office too… elephants everywhere really!! I’m not sure how my mother felt about it, but that was his thing.
He loved animals, all of them…
but elephants held a special place in his heart.
Maybe that’s why they became special to me too.
December is his month.
It’s been twenty years since he passed…
and yet this time of year always brings him close.
Africa does as well 🌅🐘
the early mornings… the wildness in the air…
rooibos tea in tin mugs… those magical sunrises
and almost biblical sunsets…
the barefoot freedom that feels like home.
All of it feels like him.
This memory came back to me from this week last year…
walking down the beach at Art Basel with friends
to see an installation of elephants.
Just sculptures on a windy morning…
yet standing near them felt tender and familiar…
a quiet reminder of where I come from
and who still lives inside me.
Elephants have always been my spirit animal…
but perhaps they were his first.
Perhaps that’s how lineage works…
through the soft things we inherit without noticing.
We don’t just carry memories…
memories carry us. 💕
And I will always walk with him.
In every sunrise.
In every warm wind.
In every elephant, anywhere in the world.
Africa lives in me.
And so does he. 🙌🐘
