Beauty: It’s Relative

19 Jul

For the prompt, beauty, from Viewfromtheside.

Apart from my two babies, obviously, the most beautiful view I ever saw was of the green fields of Greater Manchester from the air, as we came into land.  I had just left South Africa with my children, practically running on to the plane to get away from the violence that followed in the years after the 1994 election.

When I finally went back for a visit, I cried as we came in to land at Johannesburg, because I was coming home.

What did I get most out of my fourteen years in South Africa?  A little crazy.

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20 Responses to “Beauty: It’s Relative”

  1. eof737 July 19, 2011 at 09:53 #

    Hopefully, you’ve made peace with the experience… SA remains a beautiful country with lots of challenges… 😉

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  2. vivenne blake July 19, 2011 at 10:32 #

    Your perspective on beauty is an oxymoron, and why not. Humans are complex beings.

    Jock did his doctorate in Canada, and when he went home after a year away, he was homesick for Canada.

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  3. misswhiplash July 19, 2011 at 10:33 #

    Your heart can be tugged in so many ways:
    When I get to Gatwick I feel ‘I am here at last”
    When I went to Spain i thought ‘I am so happy to be back’
    But when I came back to Sofia I thought ‘Thank God I am home safely

    Home is where your heart is and where your roots are and where your life is..regardless of where it is in the world

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    • Tilly Bud July 19, 2011 at 10:35 #

      You make an excellent point 🙂 The world is so small these days, all you really need is a hat 🙂

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  4. Big Al July 19, 2011 at 14:11 #

    You impress me as the type of person who will bloom wherever you are planted, even if it is continents apart.

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    • Tilly Bud July 19, 2011 at 14:34 #

      They should call you Sweet Al! Thank you 🙂

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  5. Cindy July 19, 2011 at 14:44 #

    What Big Al said.
    And when you come back for your next visit, I want you to come to my house for a braai, OK?

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    • Tilly Bud July 19, 2011 at 15:13 #

      Only if you also lay on some of those mouthwatering dishes you’re always showing us 🙂

      And thanks 🙂

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  6. slpmartin July 19, 2011 at 16:26 #

    What seems to get lost when such conflicts and violence are talked about…is that most countries…if not all…evolved from similar stages of violence…just doesn’t get talked about very much.

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    • Tilly Bud July 19, 2011 at 16:50 #

      That is true; but when you’re living in violence and fear you don’t think much about history 😦

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  7. kateshrewsday July 19, 2011 at 19:25 #

    Life’s a journey and we get these concentrated moments every now and then. Returns are funny things. A lot of water has passed underneath the bridge and in another way, none at all.

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    • Tilly Bud July 20, 2011 at 11:31 #

      You are right. I came back to the UK and a whole lot of stuff had passed me by – news, popular culture, etc – yet it was still my home. And wasn’t/isn’t.

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  8. Pseu July 19, 2011 at 20:58 #

    When we came back from South Africa (I was 4ish, nearly 5 in the mid-sixties) Ma cried as she had left the jacaranda trees behind to find UK cloaked in an early winter: no leaves and very grey. It was November.

    When I visited at the age of about 20 it felt like home, in a strange way. And when we went back a few years ago with our boys I had very mixed feelings. Strange.

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    • Tilly Bud July 20, 2011 at 11:33 #

      Tory Boy used to call them ‘the purple trees’. They were beautiful, and everywhere. I miss them.

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  9. nrhatch July 19, 2011 at 23:43 #

    We’ve left bits and pieces scattered around in all the places we’ve lived and loved. When we move, something gets left behind.

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  10. gobetweenflames July 20, 2011 at 20:26 #

    South Africa will always be home even for those living abroad.

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