I am dreaming of Africa , not ‘dreamed’ like in the book or the movie ,
I keep on dreaming ..
As much as I like to see all of your faces, hear all of your stories,
Drink Gin Tonics, eat the latest hippest canapés ,dip my finger in chocolate mousse .
I must admit I am longing for silence. To hear myself think.
Obviously I need the bohemian chic life as they love to call it in magazines, to get inspired, not all comes by meditation only.?!
I have never been to Africa, but my field lets me dream away and lets me pretend I am in Africa, yes I have a gift to put myself in lovely fairytales.
The hay is yellow at the moment and soon it will be cut and every time I hope the farmer will make the rolls instead of the squared ones.
I never ask him , I should I suppose.
That thinking just simple questions which we forget, the here and the now, right in front of you, Simple things, little things