I don’t see dead people (Zambia chapter 1)

like the faintly disturbing Hayley Joel Osment in the Sixth Sense (something about that child gives me the heebie jeebies) – i see images in the bark of this awe-inspiring baobab at Royal Chundu in Zambia. Anything spring to mind?

Its kind of fun doing it with clouds as well, flat on your back on a summers afternoon and find the galleon or bugatti or even the March Hare as the scudding white smears whistle past or slowly amble – you get the idea.

I find myself taking the non-festive path on twitter and here on my much neglected blog – Christmas is not a personal high for me. No offence to anyone who has a cohesively christmas orientated gathering of the clans that loves the excess and over indulgence and can achieve utopia without irritation and back-biting. I’m genuinely as chuffed as a pig in poo for you and yours and wish you all the very best for the holidays.

For the rest of us who have a loving family but a wealth of baggage from pesky relatives and such like – commiserations and chin up, roll on the 27th.

“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?  It came without ribbons.  It came without tags.  It came without packages, boxes or bags.  And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore.  Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.  What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store.  What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”  ~Dr Seuss