my friend sue jones as Frida.
..." I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best..."
- Frida Kahlo
the rains have arrived! life giving and refreshing like mint and ice on a summer's day. great rain promising clouds give dimension to what was a white heat sky. now, in the mornings, puddles lie like round glinting silver discs down in the valley below. the air has been washed of its dust and is like champagne again. there is snow on mt meru and at night, i lie cosy, and listen to the rain hammering down on the peely green tin roof of the little pink house on the hill.
sometimes, when the rain stops at night, and everything is still, i think i can hear the grass growing. and the stars twinkling. i watch my world turning emerald green. someone painting as fast as lightning...
satiable saturday was simply sensational. sassy and lacy.
we walked down the longest, oldest (it seemed) avenue of jacaranda, lilac petals under our feet, to watch our football star take on champions.
we jumped and shouted and ate strawberry lollipops and chestnuts from albania. jacaranda castles were magically and lovingly built in the moss green shade. and we flew the flag.
we worked like mice in the afternoon to make the little hill house sparkle with light and scented with jasmine, to induce and welcome the spirits; and of course to please our visitors and our hearts. we scattered red rose petals, burnt jasmine incense sticks near the Buddhas, lit endless candles and lanterns, positioned crystals for auspicious occasions, chopped extra chili into the beans, sliced sun warm lemons for the tequila, applied mono brows,wigs, granny's jewels and red lipstick and wore high heeled black shoes and long, full, fire red skirts....
... they rode in from the north, south, east and west on apache hosses from beyond the rio grande, searching for hot chili peppers in a blistering sun. i fell in love all over again with Jose Diamond Texeira Perreira (even though he's really portuguese) he has loads of mexican friends (and russian and chinese). he allegedly does illegal diamond and ivory deals with jonas savimbi and grew up in luanda. everyone says he's dodgey. he wore his ray bans all night long. but i could tell he fancied me. i fancied the hell outta him.
frida scattered her jewelry like petals, and spent most of the evening searching for bits and bobs, her pretty mono brow unperturbed. sue (my friend who was frida) felt she was being channeled. well surprise surprise. in fact, we could all see it happening before our very eyes. i could see her autobiography: Chapter 12, The Frida Years...
on sunday i was kidnapped by two random mexicans, who happened to be at the hootenanny the night before. i knew they looked suspicious. but with names like carlos and marina, and a hoss called santiano, it was irresistible.
we galloped over the hills on sunday - our hearts wild and racing with the clouds and passing aeroplanes. i was nervous to gallop but felt exhilarated when i finally let go and risked it. wildly free. the horse checking his stride to fly over an aardvark hole, hidden in the grass. what could have happened flashed past me in the blink of an eye. and was gone in a nanosecond as santiano and i flew to the top of the hill. winged and sunlit. laughing. alive.
hello monday! hello wet rainy day monday. my body aches from my sunday ride. i am preparing for my horse safari next week-end on west kilimanjaro. i already long for smokey camp fires, wide open spaces and horses.
but for now, its monday morning. and school begins. my woken heart and head reach out towards my students. for now, the inspiring creative space at school, whilst thoughts of camp fires, wildness, hosses and mexicans lean against sun warm walls in my dream scape...
Kitchen Board: Monday Morning 10 November 2008
Comments: buenos noches watu wote.
toodely old pip. xxx bisous - hot chili peppery ones! j