Episode 1 – Horse, hound & a man went to the desert

How are you feeling today? Are you going through a rough patch – yes, of course you have been – this year of 2020 has brought much change thanks to the Novel Corona Virus. Literally in the blink of an eye our worlds turned upside down as what we knew imploded dramatically

and a – 1, 2, 3 – LETS BEGIN WITH A SONG to keep you company through our stormy journey herein…. As I start to write, this amazing famous song trickles into my space from no-where – “I went to the desert on a horse with no name, in the desert you can’t remember your name… tra la, la la la la la ” – sung by the band, America

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My narration is also an analogy for how nature and life mimic one another – look at its moods, circumstances, sudden change and how positivity shines through in the end. One needs to put one’s head down into the wind, seek refuge during the tempest, wait it out until the brouhaha blows over – and watch for the sun to peep its happy face out again from behind those mean clouds

May the Road Rise Up To Meet You

May the wind be always at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face.

The rains fall soft upon your fields.

And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand.

Traditional Irish Blessing

INTO THE DESERT WE GO ….. At the crack of dawn we set out, Murphy’s law – it was raining cats & dogs.  Ghastly, absolutely miserable – miserable, and we looked like drowned rats – the 3 of us – Mr H. Orsie, Mr D. Oggie and Moi.  Yes, Oggie has joined us, he is man’s best friend, a huge tan Boerbull dog who snarls at anyone threatening his pal the horse, Orsie.  But Oggie’s bark is worse than his bite and it is fun watching the interactions, not sure if they believe they are the same breed – I kinda think they do actually. They nuzzle one another and  are as keen as mustard to obey my commands and waiting for the next adventure

SOMBRERO HAT

We must have rocks in our heads to be going on this hair brained scheme – an unusual escapade! During preparation I decided to go the whole hog and bought a new comfortable saddle, dyed red!, a sombrero hat together with a colourful stripey Mexican – Malay blanket and I looked a fright riding the midnight black stallion out of a tiny Namibian town bordering the vast expanse of nothingness

By 2pm the sun was blistering my fair Caucasian skin and pain was setting in. Cartoon drawings of this threesome riding under an enormous garden umbrella made me giggle. Oggie wagged his tail at my laughter and broke away into mad figures of eight, flicking fine stones into the air (probably weeny diamonds – this being Namibia) … where the energy comes from who knows on a roasting day like this who knows!! You see, dogs know when life is good and appreciate those times with childish abandon and gratitude. The days blended into nights and passed without us marking the calender nor looking at smart phones

No matter the heat, nothing will stand in our way, this mission had been planned & saved for, for a long time. Over the past months had huddled together, mulling it over for hours, on piles of dry itchy hay discussing routes, time of year and what lay ahead – Orsie, chewing the cud and Oggie, cleaning his teeth on bones ……. and me, listening to voices circulating around the grey matter, neurotransmitters firing on all cylinders

DOGS CAN TEACH US SO MUCH – if we pay attention

A spiral of dust heralded an old rattly land rover and as it wafted by, the leathery tanned driver called out in a gruff voice  – hey there, only mad dogs & Englishmen go out in the midday sun and you will succumb to heat stroke if you don’t find a tree to rest under. A tree – what was this man smoking, mushrooms? If we find a tree in the next 5 hours, let alone days, I’ll eat my hat!

Retorting that is our idea of fun and without further aplomb he sped off grinding the gears, choking us in powdery desert sand, shouting “you are talking horse poo mate”!

Standing still, waiting for the whirlwind to settle, the near silence was audible – and so was something else a little more sinister – looking down I noticed a pattern in the sand that looked as though the car had dragged a stick in a zig zag pattern behind him as he drove past us. Shk shk shk, krrrrr – shk shk shk, krrrrr – woooa, a Rattler was warning – stay away or else I will bite you. Just the same in life with people or situations (moving jobs – starting a business – the signs are there if we stop and listen) – but we are so busy we miss the rattles (warnings) and so often zapped by that snake

You know, in life, it is not about the size of the dog in the fight but about the size of the fight in the dog! True story.   I told my pals, Orsie & Oggie, that this journey would not be a walk in the park by any means and if they weren’t so loyal, they would be doggone out of my life already.   But no, come hell or high water, they stay by my side. We are thicker than thieves

On day 9 we had travelled far and wide, oh what a wonderful experience so far and the amazing people we met along the way being a highlight.  Nature had spoilt us with her magic – a stunning flamboyance of migrating Flamingos had coloured the skies overhead – in a dreamlike drifting pink mist, we were mesmerised by ever-changing dazzling dances by small birds called murmurations (sort of like a pseudo African northern lights), the shadows of which Oggie had chased down below and waggling scorpions parading their venomous tails in the air who (yes, who – great respect!!!) rustled past us at night

TODAY MY BONES ACHED

On this day, upon waking, the atmosphere felt strange, dense – thick and heavy – and my bones ached. Orsie was restless, twitchy and unpredictable whilst Oggie rounded us up the way sheep dogs do with livestock. I was moody. We set out after a night watching shooting stars and swirling heavens above, twinkling through the deepest darkness you could imagine. By now, we must be quite close to our final destination, heading west, to the nearly 1000 mile long coastline of the Atlantic Ocean where diamonds have been washed from the Orange River for centuries

Late morning suddenly a bitterly chilled wind whipped out of nowhere bringing a whiff of rain – you know that splendid smell, lifting a gritty horizontal flowing sand curtain to approximately 4 metres above the surface. Ominous dark clouds loomed overhead moving in like a crowd of chanting protestors.

A hunched figure riding a wide eyed chestnut horse with flaring nostrils appeared like a genie dropped by the tumbling grey clouds. A wizened tanned desert man with twinkling penetrating icy blue eyes, squinting protectively against the thrashing sand, called out to us through a kindly toothless smile – “Thank goodness we’ve found you, bush telegraph sent word to find the 3 wandering spirits”. My God what an anxious morning searching for you ……………. Now, follow me, no questions – we have little time. Come!”

And woosh, he was gone, hat flying off in the opposite direction, his horse’s sleek body, mane and tail flowing, as they galloped directly into the brewing storm (this is how life actually plays out doesn’t it – put yourself right there with your drug addicted child, job loss, bad marriage, sudden death – your world suddenly turned headlong into a storm)

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Jenna Young writes ABOUT SUNNY DAYS & STORMY TIMES THIS WAY….

Every situation in life is temporary.

So, when life is good, make sure you enjoy it fully.

And when life is not so good, remember that it will not last forever & better days are on the way

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to be continued ….. EPISODE 2 – A Horse, Hound and a man went to the Desert to follow the heavens unleashing a terrific storm which becomes a life changing event …………………….. the silver thread of life,

“tra la, la la la la laaa …. in the desert, you can’t remember your name….”

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From my friend, Sue Scott, responded with the following message which wraps one fiction story up (Namibia used to be South West Africa – a German colony) into many different places. I have insserted some generaal knowledge in brackets)She has spurred me on to continue with the storm in the desert. Thank you lovely

“I loved this!! I’ve seen the Orange River (river of diamonds) at Augrabies, been to Namibia, travelled through the Namib Desert Park (with spectacular white and red dunes) “, headed to Luderitz” (a fishing port also with a Germanic influence where hardly a blade of grass grows) “, drove through “Spiergebied” diamond fields, visited Kolmanskop” (which is an abandoned little mining town – full of ghost stores) “, seen the flamingoes at Walvis Bay, stayed at quaint Swakopmund” (a small coastaal town with a very Germanic – European character – pretty houses and other buildings) “, then on our way all the way up to Etosha” (a big 5 wildlife game reserve – with the tallest elephants in the world – their legs are apparently one metre longer than other African Elephant)