but for riding the surrounding mountain forests. He was a soldier in Austrian army, he had servant-workers that helped with the farm and his wife was respectable and educated, delivering babies for the whole village as many of them remember even today.
So this is all I know, I never met him, but I lived in the walls of his house and I feel the connection.
Today, I go in my spirit to him, I sit in the high steppe among the forest, not a soul around. I soak the sun low over the tree line, peaceful. I feel the warm wind mixing with the chill of the forest. I feel the connection to this surroundings, the white tail deer feeding nearby among the grasses, I feel connection to my ancestry in Kasina
I am at peace about my future.
The hum of the humanity, the cars on the road, is so distant it sounds like a quiet ocean surf, it is quieter than the cicadas and the grasshoppers.
The mosquito spray and the blanket are important to carry in one's car trunk. Nobody like the mosquitos, even when sprayed they still buzz around. Sometimes when the surroundings are as beautiful as
today, you have to learn to ignore them. They are like a lover with a cold, the can get you sick, but here they are. Be mindful it is their home your are in.
