While I’ve continued to edit past posts due to errors I’ve made over the years, along with other errors as a result of WiFi issues at the time, I stumbled across a post from November 13, 2015, that over five years later, still resonates who we are and what we believe. I hesitated to repost the text, of course, using some new photos from Marloth Park.
Why the hesitation? To avoid redundancy. After all, during the past 10 months in lockdown in India, there certainly was plenty of redundancy with dull stories and repeated photos from years past when no new photos were being taken. Thus, if you recall this post, feel free to pass by the text and enjoy the new photos taken in the past 24 hours.
If years ago, someone would have told me I had to write a new story 365 days a year for over eight years, relevant to the current times, I’d have laughed and said it was impossible. I’d never be motivated to perform such a task. And yet, here we are, plugging away with the same enthusiasm in preparing our first post published on March 15, 2012. See that post here. It didn’t include a single photo but over the years, that first post has been one of our favorites, so well describing who we are and what we hoped to achieve in our worldwide travels.
But, this post, I stumbled upon yesterday afternoon while working on the past post’s edits, also caught my eye and I decided to share it again with you today. Our long time readers may recall this post, or they may not. Our newer readers may never have come across it as they occasionally reviewed the archives, if at all.
In essence, this old post is no big deal, but it is a reflection of who we were then and who we are now, which only you, as readers may decide if we have changed our views over the years. To see the photos from that date, please click here. Sit back, relax and read this revealing personal exposé we took seriously at the time and do so again now. Here we go:
“A grain of sand on the beach of life…Who are we?…
Nothing in life is static. No state of being is guaranteed. All we know for certain is tomorrow a new day will dawn and tonight a sun will set. Even that eventuality is in question by scientific predictions in the millennium to come or sooner.
When we hear of new planets emerging within our range of perspective at the edges of our universe, our earth becomes small and insignificant in the vast expanse of “forever,” a place none of us in this lifetime will ever know.
How do we grasp a news report such as this:
“A rocky Earth-sized planet that circles a small, nearby star could be the most important world ever found beyond the solar system, astronomers say.The planet lies in the constellation of Vela in the southern sky and is close enough for telescopes to observe any atmosphere, it has, a procedure that could help spot life on other planets in the future. Named GJ 1132b, the alien world is about 16% larger than Earth, and at 39 light-years distant, is three times closer than any other Earth-sized rocky planet yet found around another star. At that distance, it is hoped that telescopes will be able to make out the chemistry of its atmosphere, the speed of its winds, and the colors of its sunsets.”
As we simpletons scour the world, the earth, enraptured by its endless wonders along the way, we are in awe of earth’s natural evolution leaving some of the most exquisite scenery in its wake. Imagine all the millions of years that no humans were on this earth to even know it was there.
With predictions that human life as we know it, from a scientific perspective, has populated the earth for a mere 200,000 years is a “drop in the bucket” in time, a single grain of sand on a beach.
As the earth has further populated, each one of us has become a grain of sand on another beach of impossible calculations. How many are there now? How many have there been and how many are there yet to come?
And, within our own limited field of vision, we deem ourselves significant and meaningful. Collectively, we matter. Individually, we must seek the power of the masses to hope for change and progression.
It’s easy to hide away in our own self imposed universe, in our geographic sphere, reaching out only to that which is readily available within our grasp. Is it human nature that we tend to cocoon in a limited space and time?
Oh, as I ponder these thoughts, as I write a meaningless timeline of a day in the village as in yesterday’s post, I’m reminded of how infinitesimal our own world becomes coupled with our ambitious desire to see as much as the world as we can as the clock ticks loudly and annoyingly. How much time do we really have to complete this journey? And what, within this realm, are we really doing?
I don’t know the answer to either of these questions which in itself is a further reminder of how little power we each have in this world. The mystery. Is it wrought from a sense of spirituality or simply hard facts? It remains to be seen in this lifetime.
As we continue to explore the significance of every creature on earth and its interrelated purpose, it’s easy to assume we humans are at the head of the food chain, and yet, life emerged long before we were here.
The cycle of life and the food chain is magical. Every creature’s design is magical and none of this could happen from an explosion of planets, remnants evolving into planets, remnants evolving into the earth.
A power, a spirituality beyond our comprehension created this magical life on this planet, and as we travel, we witness the vast array in which each population has formed their own perception of “who” and “what” this may be. They call it religion, faith, and spirituality in a manner they can most easily grasp and incorporate into their beings.
We don’t choose to see ourselves as self-serving individuals lost in a sea of “vacation,” “holiday” and travel options. We see ourselves, all of us, you and us, as on a long journey of personal discovery in pursuit of the answers to our own relevant questions, whether we travel the world or sit back in an armchair, hoping to find answers, if not in this lifetime but perhaps in the next.”
This morning upon arising no less than 10 helmeted guinea-fowl were on the veranda hoping for seeds and once they left, francolins, Frank and The Misses were looking in the glass of the veranda’s sliding door wondering when we’d be coming out to toss some bird seeds. It took us no time at all.
Life is good. We have WiFi, power, the high today will only be 92F, 33C, as we wait in anticipation of who may come to call in the next 12 hours, as we embrace our surroundings in the bush.
Photo from one year ago today, January 30,2020:
|Five years ago in 2016, we spent three months in New Plymouth, New Zealand living on an alpaca farm. In the early evening, a group of the babies got together to play, running through the paddock, making us laugh over their playful antics. For the year-ago post, please click here.|