pic by dom lever http://www.domleverphotos.com/. (do not steal or i will find you and chop your head off before dom chops mine off.) dinner in the serengeti.
you might think i am obsessed with star scapes.
someone said "it" was written in the stars. i am sure it is. but i am still learning how to read them. it takes a life time, for some.
i am back, cosily ensconced on the ngorobob hills, from a grand week-end safari to the northern serengeti, the lemai wedge, which borders the maasai mara in kenya...except the tanzanian side is empty of mini buses, empty of anything except rolling hills, dotted about with trees which i am convinced are dr zeuss's truffula trees...the last of them, where nobody can chop them down....empty except for herds and herds of topi, zebra, tommies, wildebeest, eland and very fat hyaena - mile after mile of great skies and wind swept plains....a complete dream scape....
i spent all my hours out there, off roads, following racing cloud shadows over the shiny short grass plains....like a ship at sea....feeling the sun on my face and the wind, which is constant, tearing at my hair. this is where i am happiest. these are my "wide open spaces, room to make a big mistake" -this is my dixie chick country. things are as they are. everything is as it should be. the scene is almost prehistoric. even my crazy warped thoughts seem so clear. and right. and fine. and good. and mine.
each night i drifted asleep to the sound of the wind battering the canvas and a distant hyaena whooping to perhaps the stars. curled around a hot water bottle, my dreams were crystalline. i was cocooned under a great spinning star packed world. it's where i am supposed to be. it's where i am from.
it's the beginning and the end of everything.
Kitchen Board: Monday 22 june 2009monday. shopping day. and i know everything is not on that board. still. some things are better left unlisted, no?
oh. the cats have gone to babati. to a lady who loves cats (?) and lives in the middle of no-where. babati is about 2 million miles south of here. they left on friday. i feel good about this. mama paka is still here. we love mama paka.
and that, oh best beloveds, is that.
toooooodely then, bisous X.X.X. out on the plains cowgirl ones, yes sirree... x j