I have 14 years experience project-managing NGOs and facilitating workshops with a wide variety of participants, ranging in age from 12 – 77. This work has mostly been located in the challenging environment of the Kalahari as well as in the informal sectors in Cape Town, and stems from my compassion for marginalized, at-risk communities and my interest in alternative healing modalities.
At present I manage and co-ordinate two programmes; Ubunthu Trust Keeping Kids at School and The Kalahari School project. I facilitate Art and Narrative Therapy workshops for groups or individuals and have a Healing Touch practice.
Claire Barry
Kalahari Sunrise
Kameeldoring
At this time of the year
when the sun is like the centre
of a night time fire,
you burst into blossom,
the colour of the sun,
sweeten the air
with your powdery scent
and I fall in love
again.
At this time of the year
When you breathe out
I sit in your shade,
I feel your firm back
against mine.
Your shade shelters me
I loose myself in
your embrace.
At this time of the year
you prepare the wood
which holds the summer sun,
to release it to me
on cold winter
nights.
At this time of the year
You dream the pods
which a hungry animal
will eat.
At this time of the year
you sing the song
the happy cicada song.
I close my eyes and enter your deep
memory
Of the times you hold
At this time of the year.
At present I manage and co-ordinate two programmes; Ubunthu Trust Keeping Kids at School and The Kalahari School project. I facilitate Art and Narrative Therapy workshops for groups or individuals and have a Healing Touch practice.
Claire Barry
Kalahari Sunrise
Kameeldoring
At this time of the year
when the sun is like the centre
of a night time fire,
you burst into blossom,
the colour of the sun,
sweeten the air
with your powdery scent
and I fall in love
again.
At this time of the year
When you breathe out
I sit in your shade,
I feel your firm back
against mine.
Your shade shelters me
I loose myself in
your embrace.
At this time of the year
you prepare the wood
which holds the summer sun,
to release it to me
on cold winter
nights.
At this time of the year
You dream the pods
which a hungry animal
will eat.
At this time of the year
you sing the song
the happy cicada song.
I close my eyes and enter your deep
memory
Of the times you hold
At this time of the year.