Happy New Year!

The Hotest Day

I'm really dying for a rainy day to fresh this air a little bit.
Summer is only next week but the sun is so hot that make me think that ride horses is good only after february in Brazil.
But when I put my boots on my spirit changes and my energy charge fully of joy.
Likewide, we wait until the sun goes down and around 5:00 p.m the horses and the riders are ready...
The path today we saw may farms and fruit trees. It's almost mango time and it's tree are full of green mangos. We many kinds of mango; rosa, espada, uba.
We also found other fruit trees as Guava (goiaba), Cashew (caju), tangerine (mexerica), Jackfruit (jaca), Surinam cherry (pitanga), banana. The surinam's tree was our pit stop to put some sugar in our ride this afternoon.
Where there are fruits there are many animals as well. Beyond the birds diversity we met Wied’s marmoset (Mico Estrela) among our way who welcomed us at the entrance of the little rainforest.
At that moment I felt the fresh air blowing in my face and remembered the hotest day that I had... But was too late! Now everything was so fresh! I was feeling freash and all my thoughts too!
Horseback is good to fresh our thoughts!!!

Horses X Birds

While I was sitting around the stables after a short conversation with those horses I could observe there were some birds, not some, wrong expression, there were a lot of bird breeds in a Flamboyant tree.
They were there, Bem-Te-Vi (Great Kiskadee), Canary, Smooth-billed Ani, Turtle Dove, Sparrow, Sabia-Laranjeira (Rufous-bellied Trush) and Parakeet.
The last ones made me remember that everything in life is ephemeral duo of the fact that they made their nest in a Rufous Hornero’s house and if one day we are here, tomorrow we never know.
We do not have a place in this world. Do we? Maybe we have a place for a while and then… We move!
The family when gets bigger moves to other bigger apartment. The couple if gets divorce they also moves each one to other places. When the teens get older, they move to their own places until they get married and then…
But folks we’re talking about horses… No, no, no birds! Let me come back to my sit next to the stable and watch those Parakeet. I think is feed time and the mother get in and out all the time.
I’m also surprised by the Rufous Bellied Trusth couple who come pretty close with curiosity in their eyes. Suddenly the female, I think, find a worm and ate. After was the male turn and I was there in the Vip area full of happiness, enjoying each moment and feeling alive as part of everything. What truly it is…

Speak a Little, Speak a Lot, Speak Serious

Each one compose your own history

Each one has the gift to be happy

This is a famous Brazilian strophe and yesterday when I was sited with my uncle, the one who taught me how to love horses, the song was the unique thought in my mind.

I was pleasant to know Mr. Zé and his wife Mrs. Severina. They told us about their history, the hard time shared together to make their kids future and the desire to escape to a quiet place.

Me and my uncle first took a freeway then couple miles after we turned right in a very small path to the bar. Could I call that place a bar? I think so...

It´s a house nearly the path. My uncle carried two chairs and there we were, Friday afternoon sited in a porch in front of a little stream and a huge montain where there were only on mule and one cow as our neighbor.

Speak a little, speak a lot! The beers deserved an appetizers and our friend Mrs. Severina made us a pork meat and fried manioc dish. What can I exactly say about it? Perfect? Magnific? Amazing? Wow boy, it was supimpa! As the elders used to say in Brazil (stop allowed to laugh).

Speak a little, speak a lot, speak serious... We talked about life stuff, We say the usual that we should join life as better as we can and we have to follow our nature and mind. Our talents hide in ourselves and we can´t just swim agaist it. It´s needed to find your own. Live and enjoy live because we never know the next hour of our existence.

And I was in this time obligated to hear from my uncle that maybe he was born to to be seed. What does it mean? Maybe God chose him to be a template to the next generations and paraphrased: "I´m like a tree, if you cut it grow out again! Although he´s a live lover one day this show goes on...

Then we started to talk about faith and what life can bring us. Those good and bad surprises. Mr. Zé, wise field man said to us that yes, we all have a destiny to follow and this way I asked: Do we all have a destiny? Can we change our destiny? Or, when we are changinf our destiny exactly we are following it? Wise answer, Mr. Zé said to me: "We have our path to walk, people join us during this journey but (there is a but always) you’re allowed to change the bad things and transform them in good. It’s up to you! Only another observation…

Each one compose your own history

Each one has the gift to be happy