These early mornings all by myself are the best part of the day, and they are made better by listening to some of those "Reflections of Life", put together by Justine Nicole Du Toit and Michael Raimondo who live somewhere in Cape Town.
They use their passion for filmmaking and their love of storytelling to remind their audience of one simple truth, namely, that we are all human, that inside our hearts and minds we all face similar challenges.
I admit I am also taken in by their Afrikaaner accent which reminds me of my own time decades and decades ago in what was then South-West Africa, but I can tell from the many comments to each of their video clips how their messages resonate with people from all over the world.
I make myself a cup of coffee and then click on one of their videos to give me something to mull over as the day unfolds. Right now I mull over when and how I started drinking coffee. All my life, from my childhood when we drank black tea with lemon juice to my boarding-house days in Australia when I queued up to fill my cup from a huge urn and later when tea-bags made drinking tea a lot easier although not tastier, I have always drunk tea, and always black with plenty of sugar.
Maybe I started drinking coffee when I started enjoying being alone. For much of my life being alone meant feeling lonely, and maybe that loneliness drove me to forever seeking new challenges by moving from place to place, but now that I have been living in this one place for thirty years, I no longer feel lonely but I still hanker to be alone.
Of course, it's easier now to be alone because, before loneliness sets in, I can quickly put the kettle on again and make another cup for the other person in my life who drinks only tea - green tea with soy milk! Ugh!
