Some of my most memorable runs are the ones where I do not plan where I am going. Yesterday I found a trail next to the small creek that runs through this part of the city. I just looked it up, it is the Bakensriver. What wonder to find such unexpected silence and solitude. My phone does not take wonderful pictures, but this will give you an idea.
We saw a small tortoise, some beautiful fynbos (the type of vegetation that you find here) and lots of open space. I grew up in a town on the edge of the Kalahari Desert called Kuruman. The flat of that land is still somewhere in me and I just love it to have space around me.
Every time I run through nature I am reminded of the awesome variation in God’s creation. You read in the Holy Bible about that:
Psalm 104:24-30 MSG
What a wildly wonderful world, God ! You made it all, with Wisdom at your side, made earth overflow with your wonderful creations. Oh, look—the deep, wide sea, brimming with fish past counting, sardines and sharks and salmon. Ships plow those waters, and Leviathan, your pet dragon, romps in them. All the creatures look expectantly to you to give them their meals on time. You come, and they gather around; you open your hand and they eat from it. If you turned your back, they’d die in a minute— Take back your Spirit and they die, revert to original mud; Send out your Spirit and they spring to life— the whole countryside in bloom and blossom.
Do yourself a favour and have a look at this: God of Wonders