This morning, Reuven and I took JH to the park behind our house for a walk. After trying to drive in two directions at once, Reuven managed to land us parked near a golf course, alongside a little bunny rabbit that hopped accross the road, just being missed by a single speeding car. Alongside was a marvellous woodsy area with a lot of indigenous plants, tiny flowers and lots of ponds, ducks and wading birds. JH had a marvellous time - his excitement was palpable and we really enjoyed ourselves until a mean golfer started screaming at us with sarcasm, to get off the golf course paths.

When I sleep in my Dad's house in Somerset West, I'm normally awakened by the morning sun that nothing can stop coming through the curtains. Simultaneously, one is aware of doves cooing somewhere outside. It's a very special noise that I associate with the early morning peace and quiet. WHile two places could not be more dis-similar than Boca Raton and a quiet spot in the Western Cape, one commonality is the cooing doves. It's amazing how a sound can result in a physical response - telling me that all is well with the world and it can be a very beautiful place.

Another beautiful sound for me is listening to my wonderful yoga teacher, Val. When she talks about the connection of mind-body-emotion, it is so real. When I try to do yoga on my own, rare as it is, I just don't get that sense of one-ness with the universe. In fact, it's a trial, which may explain why I don't do it often enough. Nothing like shutting off from the rest of the world and gently moving to the directions of a great lady teacher. Now, to apply that to my trips to the supermarket and the rest of the world.