|Dressed in their Christmas best, with 'staches!|
The way I see 'living deliberately' today has a stronger focus on meaningful living in the non-traveler world. It's about navigating the vast poverty, wealth, and complexities of life in Africa. It's about understanding who is really doing good work here, and trying to join forces with them. It's about being an uncomfortably privileged racial minority. And it's also about the slow transition of my fierce personal independence to a union with Erin. And these kinds of topics are the hardest to write about. It's all a slow evolution, with plenty of stumbles along the way. So the real story keeps changing, and most of it is likely half a life time away from a conclusion.
Although getting chased by an african buffalo, or coming face to face with an lion, is something I can detail in a blogpost they don't really have a lot to say on these broader themes. But without telling the big story it feels unforgivably misleading to tell only about the vacations. This has been the hardest (and most wonderful) time of my life so to write only about the good times misses the whole point. So, to date, I have taken the lazy mans compromise and did neither. But it shouldn't be impossible for me to write about both, so long as I can get used to telling a small part of a story so vast that I can't see the edges. And that is my new years resolution.
So, welcome to the next stage of my deliberate life. I can actually start this story in the same way another did 99 years ago...
"I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the north, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got high up; near the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold ..." Karen Blixen, in Out of Africa