...just feeling, with a fair degree of humour, the occasional overwhelm and irony of our various hyper-speed communicative/exhibitionist/voyeuristic technologies, and how they save us some of our time, frequently invigorating us, while simultaneously demanding and gobbling up large portions of our time, frequently draining us.
Perhaps part of the answer is allowing ourselves to prioritise and connect with those things that we genuinely enjoy, the things that, while they might tire us, actually energise us in the long run, while minimising and unsubscribing from those things that we actually know are wasters of our time...
(Like ambling home via the back roads instead of racing home in a tension of passing trucks on the main road.)
And after all the dry weather the country has been experiencing, I was treated to the most wonderful magic of a highveld thunderstorm brewing, starting from the very first innocuous sheepy cloud gradually materialising in a featureless blue sky like the Cheshire cat, and ending up in a roiling adventure of clouds and wind and great big fat raindrops splatting the deep orange sand as I entered Mokala at sunset...
...followed by yet another clear blue African sky morning.
I can wholeheartedly recommend a visit to Mokala National Park just south of Kimberly, (thanks, Lore, for recommending it to me!).
