Delight

This morning I had a lovely phone call from my brother Tim.

He talked about how lovely it is to just stop and absorb the beauty of wherever he is. He talked of going to the Namib and being in the silence. "You don't know the meaning of "The Sound of Silence" until you have been in the desert and felt and heard the silence there. He spoke of sitting down and examining a Welwitchia plant, thousands of years old, and seeing the little bugs on it and the form, texture and colour.

I said "We are cut from the same cloth! We are so similar we must have learnt it from our parents."

"Mom" he promptly responded.

She taught her children well.