I had many ideas this morning. Thoughts of writing about gems (my children), whispers (my thoughts) or peace (to elaborate on what I wrote with Rupi Kaur in January).
Then I read this blog that shared a poetry form that caught my attention. It was made up by a Poetry Friday participant. This suddenly moved me to write something short. I scribed one (LAmiPoFri) very quickly, I ‘ paused, took a look around me and shared the moment.’
When there is no reward, would you carry on regardless?
Would you take the plunge anyway?
Today our ‘Fit-bit” or the recording or collating of our walk did not work. Our 6 or 7km walk was not in vain we encouraged each other (my walking partner K and I).
“We’re still benefiting from the ‘power walk.”
The good thing though is that we have all our trails mapped out and measured. We now know where one km begins and ends and have an idea of our average pace when we take those long strides.
Walking religiously for over eight months and challenging each other with our different gadgets and Apps:
Fit bit with App on the phone
Fit Bit watch
Our Group Challenge App on the phone
All the above have held us in check, motivating us to keep striding.
So yesterday was a disappointment as we are always set to add to our annual challenge. We have calculated it so we have our weekly and monthly goals. When the App refused to reload yesterday evening, during the walk, we were surprised, this had never happened before.
We missed the sound of Ms.Somebody on the gadget, announcing at different intervals, the kilometres, pace and amount of time we had walked. We ‘ammed’ and ‘ahhed’ but chose to walk regardless. With our already mapped out course, we know approximately how many steps and kilometres we trudge daily. We made it yesterday.
Motivated not by the reward, and driven by the health benefits, we disregarded the App’s mishap. Our bodies were the winners.
We decided that we do not always need extrinsic benefits to show or push us to achieve. At 50 something, we are determined to keep walking. With our commitment, we are still leading the young’uns on our challenge. So our mantra now should be:
Saying goodbye is one of the most difficult things to do. Especially when you are not sure when you will meet again.
This week I bid farewell to my oldest son. I should not complain as we had him stay longer after his Christmas vacation. I should say ‘fortunately’ as the one month vacation turned to three.
During this period, we bonded, chatted about all sorts, discussed and had decent arguments. I guess it was a , ‘learning more about each other time.‘
We lived his stresses and coping strategies whilst he attended his online lectures, group and professor meetings. He also had his final project to work on which was really taxing, with many late nights and so much focus.
Parting was emotional we held hands and prayed. I was moved and had tears rolling down my cheeks.
I will remember the times he’d pop in whilst I was teaching online at home, to just touch my hair, say good morning and whisper, asking how I was that morning.
His encouragement with everything I’m doing is so special.
What makes the parting even more unsettling is when you do not know the next time you will meet again. With all the mask wearing, tests and other protocol, travelling by air is not so appealing. This makes the parting worse.
BUT with all the online meeting places we will arrange our weekly reunion, so it does not make us feel so far apart.
I met this word in the late 1990s when a colleague shared the serenity prayer with me. I have always thought of that prayer, especially as I have lost touch with him.
The prayer he gave me was published on a tiny card. I kept this card for many years with all my other cards and travelled with it everywhere I went. This card stood out as it was the only one with words. These words were truly special.
“God grant me the serenity
To accept the things
I cannot change
To change the things I can and
Wisdom to know the difference.”
A powerful prayer. I have since enjoyed using the word serenity and mentioned the prayer to my friends. I’m glad I can use the word to describe other calm settings where one feels soothed after the experience.
I wonder if that is what the prayer was meant to do.
Driving through the university campus, close to the ticket booth, I noticed these green, unripe mangoes. They were hanging very low and left by pedestrians to ripen on the tree. I spotted the potential, juicy fruits hanging on the tree, a few days ago and was tempted to take a photograph of them. I guess I was attracted to the hanging fruits because that was a rare sight, in the last couple of years.
Those mangoes reminded me of how time heals.
In the last few years we have not enjoyed many healthy mangoes. There has been a ‘virus’ or disease that caused many of the leaves to blacken and stall the growth of the juicy fruits. All around the city this disease affected many trees. The huge mango tree at home was not spared and had to be sprayed and pruned a few times.
My brief research showed me what was affecting the the trees. The disease called ‘Sooty Mold,’ which is s fungus had spread throughout the region and affected many trees including mango trees. All the leaves were covered in a shiny black, powdery looking fungi and the trees gave birth to misly looking half-fruits.
A few years on, I am delighted that the disaster is behind us and we are now noticing many healthy, lush mangoes on trees, all around the neighborhood. When mangoes are in season, I absolutely enjoy them. They are so appealing and are the main ingredient in my smoothies. I choose the large species as they are more fiburous and succulent.
Can I compare or connect the disease of our local mango trees to the effect of the Corona Virus on humans?
One day all this bro ha ha will be over and we will, “hang, ripen and be full of goodness.”