The root of all superstition is that men observe when a thing hits,
but not when it misses.”
― Francis Bacon
There will be three Fridays the 13th this year – February, March and November. And we just have to decide whether we are superstitious or not.
Wikipedia gives us a name for Friday the 13th – “paraskevidekatriaphobia, from the Greek words Paraskeví (Παρασκευή, meaning “Friday”), and dekatreís (δεκατρείς, meaning “thirteen”)”
I’m not superstitious and for me, it is just another Friday but I am being extra careful today.
Now to other things. Today I am WATCHING
- The way a newly born baby attracts people and noticing the joy of being allowed to hold her
- The huge waves rolling onto the beach; they are quite magnificent in their power
- Surfers battling these waves and some succeeding in standing up
- Children paddling in the surf
- Two older couples just enjoying the sunshine, sand and the water’s edge
- Puffs of smoke emanating from White Island – New Zealand’s most active cone volcano. It’s very close only 48kms/30 miles from shore. It’s puffing away merrily today.
- And strangers interacting as they meet on the beach
- A couple walking their dogs
- A small child clambering onto a tyre strung up to make a swing
- My partner stretched out on a lounger contentedly reading
- Teachers from the local school rounding up the pupils
- A group of teenagers enjoying their lunch on the beach
- The same group chasing each other and generally having fun
- The brilliant sun shining down onto our part of the world that we call Paradise.