"I am me, when I go, I will leave something
unique that will never be repeated. My history, my particular
inflections, words only I own. Memories, likes, a particular way of
seeing things. I carry a Universe within that only I know of. And I love
it, I Am who I Am."
Early evening in Cape Town is magic. The sun sets late, leaving plenty of day to still see and enjoy. My dogs were restless for a walk, so I headed off into the bushes with them. Pepper Anne had the finest moment of excitement in her life when she came across a Tortoise. Her hair raised, she barked and could have screamed like a girl if she could when it RAN away peeing a trail of delight for her to sniff at. I love the Tortoise, I even have a wooden one that my parents bought on a trip 40 years ago to Zimbabwe.
A word came to mind, Torta-baby, a face inflection followed - lips compressed like a Tortoise. I laughed, I had not thought this name that I bestowed on this being when I was little for ages. Following this came a whole string of things that are uniquely me. I have eyes that see, should you ever walk with me on the beach, know it will be a long walk even though the distance might be short. I stop, I look. I pick up shells, I see bird shapes in rocks, delight in small creatures. I see - I really do. With my Soul I See. The creation all round me delights me so much I could dance! This is me. There will be no other me...
And there are you reading this, so unique and beautiful that I get goosebumps writing this. I love me and you would do well to love you too...
Early evening in Cape Town is magic. The sun sets late, leaving plenty of day to still see and enjoy. My dogs were restless for a walk, so I headed off into the bushes with them. Pepper Anne had the finest moment of excitement in her life when she came across a Tortoise. Her hair raised, she barked and could have screamed like a girl if she could when it RAN away peeing a trail of delight for her to sniff at. I love the Tortoise, I even have a wooden one that my parents bought on a trip 40 years ago to Zimbabwe.
A word came to mind, Torta-baby, a face inflection followed - lips compressed like a Tortoise. I laughed, I had not thought this name that I bestowed on this being when I was little for ages. Following this came a whole string of things that are uniquely me. I have eyes that see, should you ever walk with me on the beach, know it will be a long walk even though the distance might be short. I stop, I look. I pick up shells, I see bird shapes in rocks, delight in small creatures. I see - I really do. With my Soul I See. The creation all round me delights me so much I could dance! This is me. There will be no other me...
And there are you reading this, so unique and beautiful that I get goosebumps writing this. I love me and you would do well to love you too...
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