About me
I am what I think and here is a sample of my thoughts.
I walk along the beach.
The sand is warm under my feet and coming up through and over my toes while each footprint makes a deeper impression at the foot of Africa where the Strandlopers once walked.
The pebbles reflexology my feet as I near the waters edge.
I take a deep breath before stepping into the chilling water.
The waves froth around my ankles before it exhaust itself into the sand and pebble bed behind me.
The end of a long journey.
Water, sand, rocks pebbles shells.
Sea, land, air and water creatures.
They all form part of this beach.
It is only the footprint of man that spoils the perfection.
Man is responsible for the flotsam and jetsam.
The plastic bags, empty bottles, oil slicks and carcasses of dead animals and birds.
Bravely the waves and tides come and go to wash the beach for millions of years. Wash the sand, rolls it around and put it back – cleans it. Sterilizes it with its antiseptic salty wash.
The sea holds the earth’s last natural, unprocessed food source.
When the sea also dies due to nuclear toxicity, oil deposits and inorganic wastes then the world will die?
The sun rise over the water at the foot of Africa.
Why is it so hard for humanity to strive towards perfection?
How many of us can leave this life one day knowing we gave back to the earth and our environment more than we took?
For how long can humanity continue to live like parasites on this earth?
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The evening stroll through the town.
The day's events churn through my brain, holiday events when work thoughts are pushed far back for another day's revision.
The night is young.
The men will be getting to coals ready for the 'braai' (South African evening holiday meal, BBQ)
Good company, warm friendship.
The sun sets over the water.
A perfect day ended.
A bedtime thought:
Was my footprint on life clean today?
Water, sand, rocks pebbles shells.
Sea, land, air and water creatures - all part of this beach.
A perfect early morning walk
(At the most southern geographic town of Lagulhas, one can at certain times of the year see the sun rise and set over the sea.)
