I came close to buying a hand-tooled saddle in the jungle at a village by the river a while back. I'd been in the jungle for close to a year then, and I came across a big hacienda as I crossed a river in the wilds, like Disneyland carved out of the jungle, men on horses herding cattle. Alligators and vultures and snakes, and, hanging from a raw beam, the finest damn saddle I have ever seen. All I had to do was carry it out and keep it.Next time.
But you might wonder, what on earth will I do with a saddle in the middle of a city? I'm on the move, too, planning to go to Asia for a few years or so, and why would I put my thoughts into a saddle. 'Cause when my last visa comes through, off to the undiscovered country, I want to be set for the trip, to have with me the things of worth in this life that I live, that I can lay down my head full of antistrophes, and rest on fine leather and old thoughts of home.
Man's feeble race what ills await,
Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,
Disease and Sorrow's weeping Train,
And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate
1 Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.In site of the journey's hardships and the load to bear, having come to this clearing and seen, I have much to be thankful for, and much to come.
2 Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing.
3 Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
4 Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
5 For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.
[Thanks to CGW for Psalm 100]