I have found “Me”

I have found “Me”

I am about to quote a beautiful poem which my Sister, Ginny, shared recently which is one I found profound. It spoke to her, then me – does it speak to you perhaps?

The past months spent in and around the bush and nature observing the creatures , flora and fun that have been doing and keep doing what they have done for million of years have been a priceless gift.

It was not planned and has been an amazing experience – which I hope my followers have chance to have themselves during their lifetime. Africa is special.

BEYOND THE DEEP TIME DOOR

by John Heffernan

It calls me.

Incessantly it calls,

myriad wordless voices

shrieking to remind me

of who I am and what and why,

and where it is that I belong

in the vast cicada song in the sky

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It is the feral we’ve forgotten,

the wild that is not in us any more,

the beast we can’t ignore

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It visits me.

In many form it comes:

drumming on the roof;

sunrises riddled with brilliant specs of truth;

shimmers from the diamond-dusted sea,

spies on e through the night sky’s cobalt eye;

echoes in an eagle’s cry.

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It joins me by the stream,

whispering among the trees,

swapping secrets with the leaves,

Wakes me in the night, meet me in my dreams –

where nothing is what nothing seems –

simple yet sublime,

And together we climb to that special place

on the liquid ridge of time

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To glimpse the thing we’ve left behind,

the feral we’ve forgotten,

the wild that is not in us any more,

the beast we can’t ignore,

the one that was beyond the Deep Time Door.

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My thanks to amazing words expressed by John Heffernan, I wonder if you realise how many people appreciate your words.

I am about to celebrate, in the middle of Kruger National Park, sleeping in beautiful tented camp on the river (which is a dry riverbed at the moment), my 55th birthday.

Suddenly I have realised who is deep inside me. Born in Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe (a sad disaster at present) , brought up loving my Dad & Mums’ farm, called Tre Pol & Pen, and spending a lot of time with my darling Gran on her farm , called Reedbuck Kop, – I am wild at heart. Nature is my first love and everlasting love.

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All thanks to my darling husband, Chris, for bringing me to this space physically & spiritually. May you be blessed richly for all you have done for me (and so unselfishly for your family & friends too along your journey) and I wish you peace, happiness, contentment, harmony and fulfilment in your retirement years my precious.

I am a child of Africa, born in beautiful Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) and grew up on a beautiful Tobacco Farm. I've moved many many times and do not really know where I want to put my forever roots down. I have fun doing everyday things away from my home, trying to see the wonderment of life through the eyes of a child. A day out, weekend away, week away...... And months' travelling hold magical memories and events. These are what make me who I am - cautious, adventurous, fun loving & hungry to discover colours, countries, geography, cultures and experiences... and I'm normal too ... tiring travel makes me frowny too sometimes. .... With my lovely life partner (Chris), passport, medical kit, credit card I go..... wherever the wanderings take us..........

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