The annoying guy

I am with nan, and we are somewhere like embercombe.

We are hounded by this annoying guy who keeps asking us silly
questions in regards to what we are doing. He is clearly just trying
to annoy us so I snap at him and ask him

- "how do you want to live your life?"

He replies slowly,
"I don't know"
"Well I want to live my life full of passion. I want to explore the
gifts and talents that only my soul uniquely has. I want to live my
life as fully as I can so that when I die I know that I will have
given it everything I have got"

He makes a remark
"That's a bit dry"
and walks away.

We are no longer hassled by the guy. We carry on on our journey.

We come across another guy who is reading a book.  The title of the
book contains the word rupture. I make a link in my mind between the
work rupture and the word rain. They seem to mean the same thing.

Zimbabwe - the song that moves the soul

I'm traveling to the village in zimbabwe.

I have to travel through loads of wilderness on foot, and run along
these endless roads. Then I have to pull myself and squeeze myself
along these tiny ledges with huge drops on one side. I very nearly
fall off, but somehow manage to make it.

I meet denise and kenedy and together we travel into the village.

I meet dominic and I shake his hand. Denise gives him a hug. Its so
nice to see him. He sings some beautiful songs and through the songs
some ancient spirit comes into the space, but the zimbabwean people
have lost spirit and faith and don't feel moved any more by the song.
Me and denise are moved however, and we both cry.

The Boss Man

I'm back up in the valleys.

The main man is blowing the whistle, rounding us up. He makes a funny
comment that the whistle makes him feel ten years younger.

Its dark. Before dawn. I want to eat these bread things from off the
shelf but they are not for me. This lady says they are being saved for
a special occasion.

I tell the boss man that I want to learn off him. I want him to be my
teacher. He gives me the black board and tells me to get on with it.

-

I'm with rosa. She has a new book, perhaps she has made it herself.
Its big sheets of nice paper bound together and on each page is a
quote nicely written in classical roman capitals or some other nice
font. Quotes from poets like Mary Oliver and other favourites are in
there. One page simply says - I, LOVE, YOU.