Ugliness

I spoke to my family on Sunday, my dad sounds so happy though slightly rushed as he has meat on the braai (bbq). My brother is positive, planning on handing in his resignation this week and moving to South Africa. There he will have a much better life, be near his girlfriend and be able to regularly visit the Eye Specialist who can check up on his progress. Kevin sees this health issue as a message in disguise and one that he should adhere too.
It seems something has changed in their mindsets, they have more hope.

This morning my mom phones me with 'bad news'. Last night my dad's car was stolen. It's a company car. Businesses in Zimbabwe are already struggling to stay open. Due to inflation the insurance companies play with monopoly money.

My mom and brother's cars are still in the driveway. The tyres are slashed. My entire body shakes and my heart quivers whilst I ask myself 'Why?', but I prefer not to draw to a conclusion. Thankfully everyone is unharmed - on the outside.

So, instead I will try use what I learnt from India. Again this virtue was highlighted in the ancient writings of the Vedas which I read last week ... be still in the dualities of life ... in the good and the bad, the freedom and the bondage, the pretty and the ugly.