A month ago I was sitting in my timeshare apartment with a side view of the sea on the North Coast of Kwazulu Natal (KZN). It was on my very first run that my mind clicked into making permanent changes to my life so I can experience living at the sea. Suddenly things shifted into place and I was ready to do this!
I joined all sorts of local seaside Facebook pages so I could get a better sense of the environment. I never expected to witness the camaraderie of village coming together while under siege from the dreadful criminal looting that has taken place over the last 6 days. My heart despairs for all of them, yet every day, my respect soars.
It's a complicated country that I live in. It always had been. It makes no sense as to why people so brainwashed into hating their neighbours, can get together and defend, support and care for each other. I watched what was happening from a safe 600km away, with my jaw on my chest. I have no idea what was really going on but it affected me deeply. I couldn't think selfishly when a war was happening, could I? But in the end we always sort of bring it back to the self. I have no idea if I will get to live there at all, I hope to, yet I know that it won't be soon. But I do trust divine timing and right here, I still have a house to pack up.
I took to trying to sort out all my wigs for my skits that I started doing when lockdown started. I'm almost at 400 daily skits, and I was surprised by how many wigs I have landed up with. I caught my mind thinking 'I can do this white one on the beach...' but my thoughts trailed into, well, the abyss.
I've been through some detours in life and I have come to trust that the wisdom of the next moment knows better for me than I do. My only responsibility is to the now. And even that, still has a lot of mystery to it!
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