A filled heart, a horrible hike

Just a few days ago, I was still in South Africa, exploring the country and working with people from all over the world on how to discuss the impact of global warming in a way that will truly bring about positive change.

Here’s most of the Climate Centre innovation retreat crew, trying to coax Pinky the sheep to get in the picture with us. Although Pinky was always up for a snuggle, posing was simply not happening.

I’m eager to tell you about all of it; the speleologists who sang for us in his mother tongue. The tour guide who I sat next to for roughly thirty hours over five days who’s mother was shot by apartheid police. The chef who wanted us to try a local dish and made vegetarian Bobotie. The teenage boy who asked for food and pointed at the baby formula when we got to the store. The climate scientist who went out of his comfort zone and used cardboard theatre to share his message through a fabulous improvised fable. The two penguins who seemed a little unsure about what branches to pick for their nest. My heart can barely contain all of this, let alone piece together a coherent story. I’m just hoping that when these feelings fade, I’ve grown into a new understanding of what it means to be human.

So without something profound to say about all of this today, let me just share the one thing that was on my to do list while in Cape Town: a hike to the top of Table Mountain.

With love,

and Pinky