“I think of my days as an aviation aficionado, obsessed with the Gripen ( not yet knowing what war machines cost us), watching fighter jets break the sound barrier. The jet would pass before the boom, delaying time so the object arrived before its sound. That’s how some of us move through this world, seen long before we’re heard. The world says "too late," but we’re exactly on time, aligned. Things happen when the conditions align. And this is what I am returning to, a rhythm that keeps me kin to the land. Land not as metaphor, but the taproot of my lineage. To honour this means inviting imvelo into my creative practice. It means slowing down. It means sitting with the stress of being an artist who reveres the earth while participating in the machine that devours it.” NatureBlack Woman WriterCreative PracticeSpirit Creation Author:Malebo Sephodi