Thursday, 5 April 2018

the sabbatical






How wonderful it is to be back after a much needed and, required time, to crawl into a space very personal, private, quiet and serene in its solitude. 
A strong believer of no half measures, and giving of oneself more than 100%, if possible, sometimes does know to be ones worst enemy. 
With much on the go, my love of my writings, my love of the sensual space i occupy, the interaction with people from all walks of life, giving me access to the most intimate and personal of humans and humanity, does know to impact on ones  energy and equilibrium.
Ever grateful for every corner taken in my life, be it due to challenges or rewards most welcome, the brain does know to feel singed and stand on the precipice of 'burnout'".
A recalibration is always good for i would hate to imagine i have missed out on any wonder life has to offer.
And, in this time of quiet reflection, with much that is happening in the world and here at home, the beauty of those with a caring soul, who have written to me and asked about my well-being... i can only thank u for re-affirming that which i know in my soul of souls....humanity...there is a reason why am fascinated with it and cannot help myself but, to dig deeper and understand more and more what it is that pushes us on a daily basis and makes our minds churn, our hearts tick....driving those emotions up and down, inside out....physically craving touch, love and acknowledgement ...tangible and intangible.
This journey of constant discovery...what more could i ask for?

Received from a very dear friend...thank u...it could have not come at a better time . RB





Carl Sagan, scientist and astronomer at NASA, requested this photo be taken and later wrote:




"From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it's different. Consider again that dot.

That's here. That's home. That's us.


On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives.

The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines,

every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant,

every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals,

every corrupt politician, every 'superstar,' every 'supreme leader,' every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there

- on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.


The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors

so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties

visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner.

How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.


Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.

In our obscurity - in all this vastness - there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate.


Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.


To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot,



the only home we've ever known."





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