the landscape sends a rush and flutter through my veins as i look for the first time on the black magic sky of Africa. here and there acacia trees are decorated with verreaux eagles and secretary birds, vervet and colobus monkeys, and the last fainting hints of sun...the earth is different but it goes past geography and almost beyond the soul—it is the primæval land of beginning... and the daylight here is ending...
we drive our van loaded down with luggage and there is this new cool air filling my lungs as we drive the red clay roads...as i stand in the green garden courtyard of the African Inland Mission of Nairobi i feel a presentiment like the opening line of a rudyard kipling story...i know that i will be different when i leave this very spot in 11 days...
song drifts through an open bay window like a net through the twilight—two days travel, malaria medicine and the strange infection of kiswahili music makes sleep dense my first night on the dark and drifting continent...the muse of night whispering her sweet nothings...
this place is a dream but it has always existed...
1 comment:
Wow! Fantastic photo, Bro!
I get that the opening quote comes from Sir Thomas Brown, but did you write the remainder of what is posted here?
~ STMcC
<"As a dog returns to his own vomit, so a fool repeats his folly."
~ Proverbs 26:11>
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