DRIFTING PAST CLOUDSRemember lying on your back, on warm grass,Staring at the blue sky?Meditating,like only young kids can do.We let thoughts come and go.We drift past fluffy white clouds.Later, we realise, the clouds drift past us.
Bureaucracy gone mad
I know this story may sound small and petty compared to the apparently insurmountable problems facing our country and the world. Like Eskom going downhill for 20 years and ever record-breaking unemployment. Like the fact that humanity seems to have chosen to go extinct this century. Certainly it has chosen to end the world as …
Biodegradable body bags, vulture restaurants and bone meal
The issues of biodegradable body bags, vulture restaurants and bonemeal crossed up during a walk around the 'dog field' with fellow, ageing, dog walkers. The dogs were playing and sniffing, we were walking, and talking, as usual. The subject of writing wills came up. Wills led to instructions we had left regarding the disposal of …
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Are the zebras going to attack us?
For context, I need to tell you that I recently moved from Durban (‘my city’ for more than 50 years) to Amber Valley, a large retirement village on the Karkloof Road just outside Howick. Coincidentally, my Mansfield grandparents retired from Johannesburg to Howick in the 1950s. From the Karkloof Road, this 1 000-plus home …
Stranger in the park
I went walking in the local park this morning, as I do every morning and evening, but this morning was different. I take my two dogs: Rocket and Luna. The walk is good and provides exercise for all three of us. I count the steps I walk each day, or at least the pedometer step …
“The sardines have NOT arrived!”
A friend of mine in Leisure Bay, Libby Goodall, yesterday sent me a short video of a shoal of 'sardines' floundering in shallow water at Pennington Beach on the KwaZulu-Natal South Coast. The video of the shivering/shimmering fish dragged my memory back almost 50 years to a similar sunny mid-June day in 1970. A year …
Being disappeared!
Ever noticed how in Western societies us old folk are sort of 'disappeared' by the following generations? I am not talking about family (that is another discussion) but by society as a whole. Being disappeared is not an event. More a process. One day one notices that people are looking past one or through one, …
