Photo by Yotofuji Tanaki. Creative Commons
Monday, March 4, 2013
As a child, I was entranced with the Cape of Good Hope, the point where the Atlantic and Indian Oceans collide. I would pore over maps, enticed by cartographic images of wind-blowing heads, sea monsters, and sailing ships. When this dream came true, I had turned 21 a day before, and was living and studying abroad in South Africa. What a powerful feeling it was to outstretch my arms and feel the Atlantic and Indian Ocean winds. And I too, at once wholly alive and present, felt bisected by both my past and my unfolding future.