I’ve been watching the Masters and saw Jordan Spieth’s magnificent record-breaking win at Augusta. Quite incredible. What a win!
Now this may sound a little off-beat, but being a walker, not a golfer, I’m often attracted to the actual walking in golf itself, especially those moments when the golfers purposefully stride out with their caddies behind them struggling to keep up. There’s a kind of magic in those steps. When I see them it’s as if a wand is waved over me and I just want to get up and walk. But what spoils it for me is the way these walks are marred by the stress and the tension and the competitiveness of the game.
So, whenever I watch and enjoy a game of golf, I can’t help but sit there and hear the subliminal voice of Mark Twain, “Golf is a good walk spoiled. ” :-)
Now that we have made the decision to leave the country, I’ve noticed that my experience of my surroundings has become intensified. I seem to be seeing deeper in to the beauty of things which in turn is creating a deeper sadness about leaving. Not easy. Sometimes I wonder if it isn’t a bit like that intensified seeing a terminally ill person develops as they prepare to leave this world? To say that sounds rather trite and insensitive, but dare I say there may just be a tiny spark of similarity. Is my leaving not an approaching death of some sorts? I would think so.
I watched the Sky Political Debate as the various parties shared what they stood for in the coming British elections. Leaders of seven of the parties took part in this debate. Many felt it was too much and that the debate would be watered down, but for me it was a triumphant show of multi-party democracy.
What struck me was how the decision to have most of the parties represented led to a more wholistic picture of the British political landscape – a classic example of more perceptions providing a more truthful picture of what is going on and what needs to be done.
The highlight was the number of women leaders who took part and their amazing impact on the debate. One was left with the thought – please, more women in politics.
I worked here with ink and pencil.
I was given a memory today of work I had done some thirty years ago. As my thoughts were carried back to those events, I saw a young, energetic and glowing idealist launching out in to the unknown and working with such fervour, that it looked as if he would go up in flames at any moment. Today, having experienced the uncertainties and the struggles of life, I find myself in that ghostly realm between idealism and realism not quite sure which one to hold on to. Perhaps it’s both. That certainly sounds more realistic and whole, but I must confess there are times when I hear the whispers of that glowing young person and I want to take his hand and launch out with him again.
We lost our connection but our Internet is back up again in our area and we hope this will continue. Sorry about my absence on your blogs and my engagement with you all, but there’s nothing we can really do about it.
We’ve been having serious problems with various aspects of our infrastructure in South Africa. Our Electricity Supply Commission has not maintained their equipment properly and we have been having electricity blackouts throughout the country. They call it Load Shedding where they shift the load on the grid, because of the incapacity of power stations, in order to keep things going. This is having a profound effect on our economy. People are losing their jobs and investment coming in to the country is being cut and limited. Everything is being effected by this and it is reaching rather serious levels. Even our mobile service providers are struggling to provide services.
Sadly we are a country of monopolies and corruption which creates another set of problems when it comes to services to the nation. According to the Institute of Internal Auditors South Africa has lost 700 billion Rand to corruption over the last 20 years and things don’t seem to be getting better. Nobody is being called to account and it’s a very sad state of affairs.
Any way enough of my moaning; we remain positive. Hope the internet connection holds up this time. Again sorry about the prolonged absence.