Sunday
morning was warm and sunny and I decided to soak up some sun before I leave to
the cold, dark Europe next week.
I went down
to Sandy Bay from Hout Bay. Early in the morning I had the beautiful beach just
for myself. White innocent and clean, totally untouched, not even a footprint.
I lay down
in the soft sand next to a sand stone rock. The wind was blowing prickly sand
on my skin and the sun was warming me. Tickled, laughing and happy I was listening
to the breathing of the ocean.
There are
white clean pebbles embedded in the rock. Pebbles polished in a river a billion
years ago.
Today they
are on this beach turning into sand. The time of the universe is beyond our
understanding and has no haste.
“Time is
the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but
I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire
that consumes me, but I am the fire.” Jorge Bucay
