Mountain in the Cradle
The view from atop Table Mountain
I know we think of the Fertile Crescent as the Cradle of Civilization but this southern tip of the continent we still get the rarest of biodiversity in the plant world and among the human languages spoken, the native Xhosa carries the heritage of the most ancient speech. Table Mountain is 280 million year old. I call it the Mountain in the Cradle. The majestic view of Cape Town and the meeting of two oceans 3,000 feet below is breathtaking. The prehistoric rock top is like traversing an alien landscape. It is almost a counterpoint to all that I have witnessed so far here in South Africa.
Yet being atop is akin to standing on the metaphorical “balcony” overlooking the “dance floor” in Ron Heifetz adaptive leadership teachings. The overhead view allows for time to reflect and take stock, or take a look at the long view of the challenging experiences in prior days.
I’m beginning to see how the work of healing needs to be done in my own town. I’m beginning to see just how long and the quality of sacrificial service it takes to make a difference. These are things I know in my head, but I understand in better in my heart here on the mountain in the cradle.