7 and she’s happy with tribal life in Papua New Guinea
Digging for yams with the village dogs
Dad comes home from good hunting
A piece of barbecued bush pig for tea
And a hug and kiss from Mum at night
Bright light embraced Alfredo as he lay on the footpath in downtown Santiago de Chile. It made him blink and hold his hand up to shield his eyes. Then a calm and gentle voice sounded deep inside:
“There is no beginning, there is no end.”
It is said that one day, when the world is in turmoil and humanity is lost in chaos, the Brothers shall return. It is they who will shine the light of love into the darkness and reignite the spirit of unity.
Even now, as I step out on to the verandah of the beach house to see the last of the storm clouds departing on the horizon, the air feels muggy. It weighs down on me like a woollen blanket on a hot summer’s day. In an instant, it occurs to me how clearly the early morning storm mirrored the way I feel after our heated exchange late last night. I sigh deeply in an attempt to soothe my heavy heart and start walking on my own through the rain-drenched sand towards the water’s edge.
(that goes for grown-ups too)
The joyous springtime birdsong and the gentle sunrays making their way through the fresh green treetops were lost on Miros Kovac, as he walked slowly yet decidedly down the lane that led to the cemetery. He was too absorbed in thought for that. Every year he made this trip at the beginning of May, yet he had never gotten used to the emotions that went with it. This year was no exception. In fact, it felt even stronger now. However, this time Miros sensed there was a purpose to it.