Where Light Rests

Nestled within the heartwood of Umhlanga’s reserve, a single word, "Spark", rests painted on stone, tucked into the hollow of an aged tree. It feels like a message left for wanderers, or perhaps a prayer laid down by time. Dappled light falls on weathered bark and mossy undergrowth, inviting a pause, a breath, a reflection. In this quiet gesture, the natural and the intentional meet. The forest listens, and the word echoes gently through its leaves. It’s not loud, but it is luminous.