Just a day at the beach...

Marvelled at Nature's greatness seen in blades of grass growing on a rock - how did it root; how does it get nourished?

Was hypnotised by the infinite colours displayed in the "brown" rock, accentuated by the sheen of water spray... then by the forms sculpted by the same water, so fluid yet so forceful.

Picked some crystals off the rock... they grow the same as the grass?

And enjoyed a much-needed dip in the sea, played with sand, looked down crab holes, saw the sun turn into a red ball and disappear into the distant mist.

Life is most beautiful in its simplicity.

Made friends with the bus-driver, had dinner with strangers-cum-friends in a "real restaurant in town," then sat on the roof of our house talking about life and living and alternative realities.

A soul having a human experience.

May I remember more often to take the time to notice even just a few of Life's millions of miracles that are happening at every moment....

04.04.10
Adikadalai Beach,
d/o Kannur
Malabar, Kerala
South India

Dog Eat Dog in a Dog's Life!

Five cute puppies were born to Sundari this season. Sundari was just one of the many skinny, flea-ridden strays, until she wandered into the compound of our community about three years ago. Now she is the only dog in the area that has a name.

Affection is something most dogs in India simply do not know. A dog is considered one of the lowest and dirtiest life forms, and the vast majority are forced to scavenge for a living, dying young from disease or brutal fights over food or territory.

The sickening image of that dog... a patch of raw flesh to the bone instead of an ear... returns to mind.

But these puppies are fortunate. They will not have to grow to be so tough, I think, while I watch them from my window as they play on a pile of small rocks used by the builders.

One finds a larger stone and takes possession of it, inviting the others to steal it away if they dared... little growls warning of his superiority, yet continuously teasing.

Another manages to playfully trick him into letting go of the stone then, picking it up himself, he takes off with it. The first puppy takes chase.

Suddenly they both stop. I cannot see why. The clever one drops the stone. He looks shocked. He whimpers in pain. He turns and limps away, looking sorry for himself.

The one who had been out-done makes for the rock, looking pleased with himself.

It dawns on me... and I relate to the shock and sorrow...

He had been bitten. By his own brother.

I realise that it is not quite circumstance, but Nature, that dictates.

Sadly, it sure is a dog-eat-dog world.