Down by the river
Today was one of these days that doesn't really get going.
Or better, I didn't really get going :-)
Wandering back and forth, starting one thing, leaving it, starting the next thing, nothing flows.
I feel like a caterpillar, cocooned in and waiting, not very patiently....
Then I took the dogs to the river behind our house.
River is a actually a gross exhilaration. It is a riverbed containing rocks and rubbish and no water. The first time somebody called this a river I laughed, but then I realized that this is as good as it gets in Namibia, and I started to call it river too.
But now it is the rainy season and we had a couple of showers last week.
And when I got there everything was green!
There were reeds and there was grass and there were the most gorgeous sunflowers!
And even a trinkle of water.
What a wonderful reminder that what is meant to flower will flower, when the time and the conditions are right.
Or, to stay with my metaphor, become a butterfly :-)
Lots of love
