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Dreams Out of Africa

I watched Out of Africa again yesterday. Love that story, perhaps because it is based on the real-life memoir by Isak Dinesen (the pen name of Danish author Karen Blixen). Africa was her great adventure. I remember a long time ago, a high school teacher asked our class if we could travel anywhere, where would it be? Some of my classmates wanted to go to the next town, the next province, the country next door. I put my hand up and said, “Africa”.

Pregnant pause; the teacher looked at me like I was from Mars. I guess I dreamed bigger than most, because I read voraciously as a child and teenager, and books were seeding big dreams in me.

Fast forward to now, and I have traveled and lived in various parts of the world. But, I have yet to see Africa. It’s important to keep one dream unspent for a while, I think. It gives one something to aim for. 🙂

Some day I hope Africa and I will learn a song of each other:

“If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?” ~ Isak Dinesen

Of course, watching the movie this time was tinged with a some sadness with the death of Robert Redford just 4 days ago. The character he played in Out of Africa, Deny Finch Hatton – Karen Blixen’s love – was killed in a plane crash before she left Africa. Denys was buried in the Ngong Hills. Later when back in Denmark, Karen wrote this about some correspondence she received about his grave site:

“‘The Masai have reported to the District Commissioner at Ngong, that many times, at sunrise and sunset, they have seen lions on Finch Hatton’s grave in the the Hills. A lion and lioness have come there, and stood, or lain, on the grave for a long time…After you went away, the ground round the grave was leveled out, into a sort of big terrace. I suppose that the level place makes a good site for the lions, from there they can have a view over the plain, the cattle and game on it.’

Denys will like that. I must remember to tell him.”

© Susan L Hart, SusanLHart.com

Feeling Crazy

The level of craze
in the world these days, highlights
what’s still out of sight.

We humans invent,
on “progress” we’re bent, believing
stories we’re weaving.

But we turn our backs
on what it all lacks, the lies
and how the world cries.

If only we’d see
it’s Humanity, the All,
do we feel the call?

Together we’d heal
and we wouldn’t feel – crazy,
but only maybe.

We ALL must decide
in sane we’ll reside, make peace
will be the release –

from crazy.



Feeling Crazy @ 2025 Susan L Hart, SusanLHart.com

Finding Light in the Shadows

I am posting these poems today for some people close to me who have suddenly lost a longtime beloved friend. They are devastated. These losses rip through us, and how to find solace and meaning in it? In the case of “Loss Unveils the Masterpiece”, the creation of Michelangelo’s David is a metaphor for the beauty of our souls, chiseled to perfection over lifetimes by our loves lost.

These poems are dedicated to Peter Anthony Lubka. Thank you for the joy you gave to us in your time here, the lessons in your leaving, and may your soul now be dancing on the wind, on its way to the next adventure. We’ll be watching for you.


Loss Unveils the Masterpiece

Michelangelo knew …

A most powerful
tool of the Master Sculptor,
Loss is.
It was the taking
away that unveiled
breathtaking David
to the world.

“I saw the angel
in the stone and
set him free.”
Inside every raw
slab of marble
a masterpiece waits
to be revealed.

We are all
magnificent works
of art in progress,
and losing a beloved
is perhaps the
greatest Master
chisel of all.

We gasp, clasping
our hearts when
our loved one dies
or leaves us.
How will we ever
risk to love again?
And yet, we do.

For in our loss
we learn to cherish
the value of love.
We understand
the power and
importance of “now”,
and we grow.

Love is the fine grit
that hones the
rough broken edges
to a polished glow.
The answer to our
growth lies within
the problem itself.

Michelangelo, you said
God guided your hand,
and in the taking away,
you revealed
astonishing beauty.
David is your work of love,
and a lesson for us all.



Message in a Bottle

Chisel not my name
onto elegant stone,
so you that I love
might become slave
to a time and place
that no longer holds
my soul, to which you
could become tied,
lost in sorrow and
life’s limitations.

Rather, joyfully cast
my dust to the wind, so
I may dance on the breeze,
and one day as the leaves
rustle gently overhead,
you will feel me there,
riding a ray of sunshine
kissing your face, and
I’ll whisper in your ear,
“Remember to live free.”



Eternal Rhythm

The golden leaves fall,
fearing not the decay of
a coming winter.

Death is essential
to the renewal of life –
All will spring again.

If each in nature
can feel this simple rhythm,
so can humans too.

Why do we resist?
Our fears overshadow the
truth of our being.

But the fall leaves know,
they show us that we too will
green the tree anew.


All poems are excerpts from Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life. For this weekend I am offering this ebook free as a gift to readers of this post. Download here.

© Susan L Hart 2025 / SusanLHart.com

Terminus Happiness

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.” ~ Albert Camus

Albert Camus said we shouldn’t analyze happiness or the meaning of life too much, otherwise they elude us. Socrates, on the other hand, apparently said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.”


Terminus

Destined for HAPPY,
“Am I?” Always up ahead,
“Maybe tomorrow!”


My impression is that many people are searching for these two important things, and they are often deeply intertwined. Personally I think that finding happiness and meaning in life requires some courage and taking risk. Henry David Thoreau may have agreed with me. He said, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” (I interpret this as, afraid to take the leap to find their own fulfillment and happiness, but that is just my take on it.)

Confused yet? Perhaps the real point here is that the source of happiness and meaning in any person’s life is extremely personal to them, so let’s “live and let live”.

Reverence for life and respect for others is (I think) an important part of the journey, and therein may lie the seed of an answer. When we get out of ourselves (and therefore out of our own way), and when we focus more on what we can do for others, we begin to find happiness and meaning. So Albert may have been right all along…

Or, as the people at Nike would say, “Just do it”. Because the day you focus on where you will find happiness, is a day you are not really living.


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A related recent post on my Humanity’s Future Substack site: Doubling Down on Our Smiling

Kindness Counts

Be kind. Each drop of kindness is a spark of light we contribute to humanity. It ripples ever outward, with healing grace. Kindness is a simple, small act of love. It shows we care about the world around us. It gets us out of “me”, into “what can I do for others?”

It does not have to be costly in terms of time or money. It can be as simple as a smile, a compliment, a few random words of encouragement. But it likely means more to the receiver than we might imagine. In a nutshell, it shows them that there are still people “out there” who care.

Kindness + caring = a happier world. “Service to self “and “service to others” seem to be increasingly divergent paths in the world right now. Which path will we each follow? Perhaps a healthy balance between the two is in order…

So, don’t forget to be kind to yourself too.



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