Saturday, August 01, 2009

Come to the edge

Took a walk at dusk yesterday from Kaapsehoop village to the edge of the escarpment. Staring over the forested Barbeton valley below while the chill wind whipped my clothes, my breath was again snatched away at the magnificent God-view.
Then it was back to the village for dark malt Mozambican beer, 'slap' salted chips still in their skins (like only Salvador's makes them); and slices of delicious thin-base pizza.
Heading home, but not far from the village, just around the road's bend through the forest - and where I can no longer see it's lights - I always stop, turn off the engine and headlamps. Standing in the darkness - depending, of course, on where the moon is on his rounds! - I fall into the Milky Way's net and listen for the soft spoken susurrus of the mountain wind through the pines.
The Holy Qur'an teaches that it is not the excess of material objects that determines wealth, but that rather true wealth is 'contentment' (BUKARHRI).

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