we rode under a blazing two o clock sun for three days in a row and i was quite the happiest person alive. mt meru in the background, frosty tusker beers, cowboy hats, sweaty, dusty, happy faces and all the pretty horses. i sang around a lamp (not a fire because we didn't want to be responsible for burning down the entire stable yard with 40 odd horses in it). dirk played his irish drum. ricarda harmonised. carlos stared at the stars. i sang and stared at the southern cross lying on her side.
i slept well. so deeply. with no dreams.
my horse likes snicker bars, i've discovered.
back to real life now. back up on the dusty, dusty hill. sigh sigh. i honestly try to see the magic in each day. dream days up. intention, visualization and bingo. before you know it....good old responsive universe. i have learnt two things lately.
you cannot dream people up and obviously, you can't dream up rain.
it's proving to be quite taxing these days - finding the magic in each moment.. ..what with the bare fields, the red dust, the relentless heat, the hot wind and fat stars...and no flipping rain. athumani swears the rain will come. with a smile on his face. damian said it was going to start raining today...and he's always right. except today. now he says in ten days time. anyway, not to sound like a stuck record or anything....but people, Do Your Rain Dances please....
otherwise it'll be camels for horses.
asante sana...over and out.
bisous bisous bisous and snicker bars all round.... X.X.X. j