Male Springbok (Antidorcas marsupialis) Skeleton Coast Park, Namibia.


While on a horse safari, our guide, a biologist, pointed out a herd of animals and said “Springboks!”, and then she added “they’re delicious!” Surprised by this rather bizarre comment, I smiled at her British sense of humour. Shortly after that, she showed us some Oryx under a tree and once again commented “very good for barbecues”.

I wondered whether I was just dealing with a committed carnivore, whether she had a very odd sense of humour, or whether everything here was judged on its edibility?  It turns out that in a country where there is no water to grow fruit and vegetables, the population is rather dependent on meat.

Choice has nothing to do with it. They don’t hunt for trophies, or for other trivial reasons. They don’t hunt endangered species. They just hunt what they need to eat.

Judging the way the inhabitants of the southern hemisphere manage drought through the eyes of people who live in the northern hemisphere, is unfair. We often need some kind of explanation to understand something that seems odd to us.

What about you? When did you judge something without taking the time to understand?

Choosing to trust people

As I was going through security at an Italian airport, I realised that my tablet wasn’t in my rucksack. I thought: “maybe I left it in the hire car”, but I wasn’t sure.

I dashed back to the car hire desk. A young guy behind a pair of mirrored sunglasses rather offhandedly informed me that the car had gone to be cleaned and the car wash operator was on his lunch break. Aaargh.

ipad-clipart-black-and-white-clipart-panda-free-clipart-images-9clQZs-clipartHe offered to call me when both reappeared. I was a bit dubious but decided to trust him. I refused to believe that my iPad had been stolen. I went back to the terminal building, through security again and ate a sandwich while waiting for him to call.

My telephone rang. I went back through security a third time to collect my tablet and thank the car hire agent profusely.

Did the fact that I chose to believe in these people’s honesty have something to do with my iPad being found? Without evidence to the contrary, I like to think that my decision to trust them influenced the outcome.

What do you trust in enough to influence the outcome of events?


“He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche

Dr Victor Frankl, the inventor of logotherapy (finding meaning in one’s life), often quotes Nietzsche in his book « Man’s Search for Meaning » in which he also tells a wonderful story:

An elderly man who had been inconsolable after losing his wife five years earlier, came to see him for a consultation. The man found life unbearable without her. Rather than offering off-the-shelf solutions or advice, Dr Frankel asked him how his wife would have felt if he had died first. He replied that she would have been lost and lonely and probably as inconsolable as he was, if not more so.

« So because you have survived her, you’ve spared her the experience of being the one left behind. »

The man thought about it at length, before standing up and saying to the doctor that he could live with that, that his suffering now had meaning, whereupon he left.

Frankl had survived four concentration camps. He observed that the survivors were not the strongest physically, but those who found meaning in life or a reason to carry on living.

What about you? When did you last give up instead of finding some meaning in what was happening to you, so that you could learn from it and carry on?

A commodity

The person sitting next to me told me that his wife had left him for another man. A banker by profession, his analysis of what had happened was not entirely lacking in humour.

Cours boursierHe realised that he had treated his wife like a commodity (a basic necessity such as coffee or wheat on the stock market).
He told me that after 30 years of marriage, you no longer see the woman that you fell in love with but a housemate with whom you share household tasks, bills, child rearing and other daily chores.

Until the day someone else comes along and sees her as the luxury product that you have lost sight of over the years.

As a woman I wasn’t exactly delighted to be compared with a stock market commodity but I could see what he was getting at.

What about you? Do you still see the luxury product that you fell for in the first place or do you just see a commodity in your partner?


They say that the eyes are the window to the soul

larme aux yeuxIn Rome, whenever I see an imposing parasol pine set against a sunny blue sky, my eyes well up because it is just so beautiful. My eyes sparkle as I am served a glass of well-chilled Prosecco. And I invariably have tears in my eyes when contemplating the sheer immensity of St. Peter’s Basilica.

When my eyes speak to me like this, it’s always a sign that I find something moving. My soul is speaking to me while my brain is busy being a tourist. In these magical moments, I switch off my brain so that I can enjoy the fleeting instants of happiness.

When did your eyes last speak to you? Did you listen to them? If you did, then you’re capable of remembering the things that move you deeply whenever you want – instead of just carrying on living life on a superficial level.

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