Rocks my world

So the last two weekends have been two of the best weekends of my entire life. From May 14th-May 16th, we had our Bing Weekend Trip. We went to Cederberg, which is a couple hours away. I honestly didn't know what to expect; I thought it was going to be kinda lame cause I've never really been into looking at rook art/cave paintings, but it was an awesome trip--it rocked. Corny, I know.

Saw beautiful landscapes, sat in a cave where modern-day humans sat in tens of thousands of years ago, bouldering, had the most gorgeous stargazing (I've never seen SO many stars in my entire life, and for the first time in person, I saw the Milky Way), drove the reserve, had lunch in resort randomly located in the middle of "nowhere" (literally, so random, we drove for 20 minutes off-road) etc. etc.

Other things happened….I had really really weird dreams that weekend, experienced mafia annoyance to the max, and got bitten by a mosquito on my eyelid (I didn't even know that was possible).

On a more serious note, I was pretty pensive throughout the weekend. I find it so interesting that we find so much fascination in learning about the past, in learning about what civilization was like hundreds of thousands of years ago. We find interest in it because it helps explain more of who we are today, how we came to who and what we are today. We study history because it tells a man about his-story, a woman her-story. We are somewhat egoistic, always looking for ways to understand more of who we are.

If I wasn’t on a guided tour trail, and I was just walking through Cederberg, I would not have noticed the significant red paintings of the elands, women, and hunters. I would have just walked right by, not knowing that they were even there. This makes me think of every-day life. How often do I walk by someone, not even noticing them? I just walk by a person, minding my business, stuck in my own thoughts. How much more interesting is a living, breathing human being than a red painting from centuries ago from people whose motives we can only guess? If we had the time to give attention to each person—to learn about their history, their way of seeing the world, their values, etc.—how much more would we appreciate that person, and all of humanity? I don’t just want to walk by a person and not notice them. Every person is so significant and is worth learning about. They have mysteries worth uncovering. We don’t really have to speculate; we can find out.

Everyone is like rock art, full of mystery and wonder, waiting to be discovered, 

and worth being fascinated upon.

--Sounds cheesy (because it totally is) but I think it's true. So I'm trying to do it...Rock a human; rock your world. :)