Wade In the Water

Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Porch of Dining Hall at Morning Star Farm (Mtopos Hills, Zimbabwe)
Morning

re: this morning

The Redeyed Dove is the one that wakes you up. The other ancillary
morning noises are that of dreams. But it is the beautiful whooping of
the Redeye that is the alarm, saying the day is gorgeous, come out and
see.

He is not lying. The sun rests on us. It's not aggressive, or
intrusive, or uncomfortable, it's instead just restful, like a
blanket.

In the background I can hear the soft songs of some local children.
It's serenity hearing their voices as they walk towards school,
singing something of contentment in Zimbabwe.

Andrew comes out of our hut and we walk down towards the river dam.
We are at the catchment, and this unnamed local river flows through
the natural flay, which serves as a filter, presenting absolutely
fresh dam water. And cold. Andrew and I slowly make our way into the
dam for a morning bath. It's invigorating. We dry off on the rock and
talk about camping, Glacier National Park, black and white relations,
the difference between Islam on different continents, and how great
yesterday was.