You know me, I like to formulate my thoughts.
So I write to you, just so that u may hear me out.
(I got a feeling others may peer into my thoughts too. I guess that’s alright.)
Came to the Drakensburg for 2 nights. We decided to have a two hour silent retreat.
So here I am sat on a bench at a Monk’s cowl golf course. (That’s so how a British person would write a sentence.)
I have walked about 2km from the cottage I am staying at.
I was reading my book, Lee Child is a good action junkie writer. His main character in his books: Jack Reacher inspires me. He has no address. He is rather nomadic. Dig it!
So after reading a chapter of the book I decided to go for a walk, bearing in mind I should be silent (not speaking out loud)
I did greet the security guard at the gate of the estate. Would have been just plain rude to ignore him.
I walked on.
Not evening speaking out my thoughts… That would be noisy.
I noticed the many birds around me. I have a thing for Birds. (Only a loving and diverse Creator, would create more than one species of birds.)
Why not? It’s His world.
Anyway, walking on.
I came across some litter.
And a plastic bag. I decided for the next km, let me just pick up litter / rubbish.
Why not? I felt maybe it would make God smile.
Does it make a difference? Who knows? Its not about that though.
I just felt obedient to a prompting within me. Take it or leave it, I went with it.
I managed to fill that bag rather quickly. It blows my mind, how savage and un-appreciative people are.
If you can afford to own a second home here in these Estates, surely you have afforded the eduction that littering is such a poorly and disgusting thing to do?!
Anyway, I thought… Well there is always a geocache wherever one goes. Let me look for one. So setting my compass; I found a rather sneaky one. Well hidden.
What a pleasant walk that was.
I got to care for the environment.
I got to witness the beauty of nature.
I got to enjoy my Geocaching hobby.
I got to hear my Creator.
I got to listen to my heart.
I got to feel content and appreciate the journey of my life.
So now, a not so confident golfer, asked if I didn’t mind moving from the bench where I had been sat. (Loving the britishness – that I am busting out here in this blog)
He said his golf is not that good. So I have got up, prefer not to be hit by a golf ball. I finish this paragraph… And I click on the publish button now….