Search for Grass

Still quite high on my own self growth .. my own maturity ... I hit the trail with renewed energy and self importance.

Grin

Moving always put me in a good mood and today was no different .. it just put me in an even better mood.

The air was cold .. crisp ... but the rays of the Central Fire held a hint of warmer days to come. The wagons moved out with their normal ordered chaos .. the shouts of children .. the calls of women .. the quiet chatter of those grouped together. The snap of colored flags in the breeze .. the light radiating off the leather domes with warmth. The grunts and protests of the bosk as they strained against their yokes. The yells of men as they started the herds. It was all like an energy that raced through my veins and teased the capillaries into life. My entire being rose with it .. stretched towards the Sky. Pride filled my chest. I was proud to be a Tuchuk man today. Proud to be a part of it all.

But I did not linger on all these feelings .. there was much to be done. Much to oversee and direct. Not only with my own responsibilities .. but to help those that had seen to my possessions when I was gone. These people I needed to feel like I repaid somewhat .. at least as much as I could with my time and energy.

Today I can not escape how good it feels to be Fonce. I have so much to be thankful for .. so much to feel good about. Perhaps tomorrow reality will tap me on the shoulder and I shall remember all the personal frustrations that I wrestle with .. the things that help define me as a Dreamer .. a Thinker. But this morning it is all dimmed by the entire glory of my People. The Tuchuk as a whole .. not the less than perfect pieces which we all are ... but how we fit together to make the perfect whole. Strengths and differences matching with weaknesses and pains.

It was with glinting amusement in my gaze that I picked up a tired calf and threw him across my saddle .. the mother following Rocca and the sounds of her baby as we rode with the herd. I am not sure he appreciated me breaking out into song .. not sure anyone really appreciated that ... but I did. I could not contain how I felt. Poor calf is probably scarred for life.

Grin