I love laptops

Sitting here on a sunday morn with my feet in the sun,baby running around doing stuff, lots of it. Kids have got no conception of time. They want to do everything NOW. *grin* It's hard work even watching them. Now the church bells are going, what a calm yet strong sound! Pink Flowd put it as: "the tolling of the iron bell, calls the faithful to it's knees, to hear the softly spoken magic spells."

I couldn't resist getting something down on paper, so to speak, this morning. Such a wonderful feeling of contentment, peace on earth and all that. It's not really, but sometimes if it FEELS it for a while that's enough.
I'm not going to make the bike run today, something i am a little miffe about, but ce la vie, lets the days fall as they may. I will certainly take a ride today, just a question of when.

Coffee and a cigarette, my opiates, and sitting here in the sunday sun they are good to me, and aid this feeling well.

Babies are such wonderful creatures. Their minds so big they can learn to talk, yet so simple that anything can serve for hours of entertainment. Yet it's not all fun, watching them learn and grasp the basic concepts like gravity, and cause and effect, and balance, you come face to face with what it is to be HUMAN. Sad and broken humanity, when will we be proud to be human? The things to make us complete flood our world, yet we neither see nor appreciate them for what they are. But fun is something babies do naturally, the exhuberance with which they apply themselves is amazing, and the onlything they are NOT interested in is the word NO. Everything else is fair game.

Birds are something else that fill my world right now. Cooing and chirping and squawking and twttering deluxe fill the world with sound. Shadows flit past, shapes dance in the trees and everywhere life rejoices in the morning sun. I think one of the most enduring reams of man has been to fly. Since even in the garden of eden was man earthbound, mad to stare with longing at the birds flying free, and the stars high above. Almost like the fish, but free, faster and lighter, singing their songs to all who can hear. The bird has hollow bones for a lighter weight, which help to recieve sound, their whole body an echo chamber. Scientists have theorised that a bird's feathers act as aerials, sending and receiving signals to others. They believe that when birds fly in formation, high speed cameras have shown that those at the back of the typically v-formation, turn in synch with the leaders faster than it would seeem to be, if they were reacting to vision alone. Birds are clever too, with many species capable of astounding acts of intelligence, from mimicing and talking, to using berries to paint their nests.

The world is so full of wonder and fascination, that we as adults are programmed to ignore. I love going out of the city on the bike, finding a quiet spot, switching off the bike and enjoying that busy quiet of the open lands. It can't be called quiet, because it's not. But it is peaceful, and calming. Curious smells and gentle faraway sounds, buzzing humming and rustling to its own rythms, infusing one's mind with a real connection to the earth, and its inhabitants. I sometimes feel guilt at going out to those places with a noisy dirty motorbike, but that too is beyond my control. All i can do is have a relaively quiet bike, that burns its hydrocarbons cleanly, something that is a priviledge. I yearn for a long walk, months and days of wandering quietly in the african bush. But that can not be, the necessity of work and so on forbid, hence taking the second choice, the bike. But getting away from the city is something that must be done. It is too dulling, to mindnumbing and stupifying to accept as normal.

Nature surrounds us, all we must do is recognise it, and embrace it and accept it for the beauty and wonder that it is.
Peace and love to everyone who reads this, and even those who didn't.