18th July is Mandela Day . To commemorate the 93rd birthday of our great leader he has asked that we donate 67 minutes of our time to doing good, to mark the 67 years Mandela spent serving South Africa. The …
Friday 5th November was one of those idyllic days. The sun smiled. Good things happened. We signed two lucrative bookings for our guesthouse, and accomplished a whole lot of other things at work. We visited friends, in the evening, and swapped stories with them.
Rhonda Byrne’s self help book The Secret, and the DVD that accompanies it, has sold many thousands of copies, and generated a great deal of publicity over the past few years. Deservedly so.
I’ve been pondering on the word Purpose. A difficult notion, and one which most of us spend not enough time thinking about. This word purpose is bandied about, far too readily, from pulpits and soapboxes, and our leaders, political and religious, incline towards shrink-wrapping the concept into a conveniently labelled package.
You have four limbs – two arms, two legs – mobilised by some of the largest muscles in the body, and connected to the spinal cord and the brain by a wondrous and complex system of nerves. You can, as a result, walk, bend, drive an automobile, catch a bus or train, climb stairs, write, turn the pages of this book, brush your teeth. You can, if you so wish, rise up from where you are now seated and walk to the kitchen for a snack, into the garden for a stroll, over to the neighbours for a visit.
There is virtually no physical activity or task in your day-to-day existence which does not involve your hands and fingers, your arms, your feet, or your legs and knees.
Consider, for a moment, what life would be like if you didn’t have the use of these. Freedom of movement would cease.