19th October, 2018 Friday
Dream Kite was fairly close this morning so I will try to put it here. Its early morning on the day of some kind of parade to celebrate a thing I know not what. I am in the lodge hotel halls wandering way before anyone else is up. Slowly people appear. People from my history of schools. teachers who taught me and some of them taught my children. They are ling up inside a hall for the parade that all have spent sometime preparing their particular display. Somehow there is a churchlike flavor to the moment. Music is so reverent of something I am not sure of nor do I feel a part. I am clustered with some women who I have some kind of friendship with although I have never truly fit the girl gaggle role, it has always felt a little false inside me, much more comfortable on my own or one on one.
One by one the people who are to be before launch in to the stream of marching to that drummer and then the music dies just as I am about to dive. I halt a moment and decide I must sing acapella down that vague aisle but I do not know the lyric fully so I try to pull it up on my iphone but the damn thing won’t load. I start to march inspite of it and open up my mouth to sing but the first two lines of lyric come out croakingly and then I have forgot the rest. I stop mid aisle and turn around and walk back to the off the aisle where everyone is wondering what the f I thought I was doing, not unusual for me, and start that organ pipe again and suddenly the scene did change.
The parade is now out in landscape which is wild although not far from lodge/hotel. All have dispersed ahead of a herd of wild animales, the great charismatic mega fauna of the African plain, the kind that like to eat you. I am following to catch up an old English Teach who was a dear friend whi is riding on a horse and I am on foot. We are close enough across a spit of land which splits a pond but has an arch of vines overhead all along that I see him leave the horse’s back to come to me when vines encase him rapidly and I am on the ground and cannot move when a lioness and lion come across my legs and stand and look. Their backs are to me, I am not their prey. I breathe a bit but still cannot move when appears in front of my face the mouth of a hyena, snarling snapping drooling and I am indeed afraid of being eaten up but then he is gone and Teach is helping me stand up. Animals are all proceeding out away and all my teacher parade iss headed back to Lodge/Hotel. Teach mounts his horse. I say, “Hold Up.” He smiles back at me, “You are not a Runner.” He watches me as I hit my long legged slow sure stride.
And then my Dark Duckle snarfled over legs and asked to cuddle on my other side. I lift the blankets and he wiggles down along my side and sighs. Its still dark but dawn is right there in just a few. I close my eyes and make sure I can hold the Tale of that Kite. I tried to slip up the string but could not find the grip as light rose to sweep away the night.
The day dawned as I stood outside with Zoi and Corgiette and Oldest. The sun disced through the middle of Mother Oak before she shone her light across the ground. And slowly she lit the world as puppy chased the other.
The roses Husband brought me just the other day are glowing on my table.
We spent the day making ready for Texas Sis and Her Magic Man who did arrive at the perfect time. We hugged and kissed and toured and talked and played with dogs and Harpo, made dinner and looked at slides of their beautiful Texas home and its lovely pool and Magic Man’s Big Building Project. Cleaned up kitchen and hugged and went off to bed.
We are off to Farmer’s Market and to discover the day of tomorrow after that.
I love her dearly, Dear Texas Sis.
Ta.
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