Do you believe in magic? I sure as **** do. After sacrificing my ******* to the River Gods a few weeks back, changing the muddy waters into a redish/greenish hue, ultimatlly breaking the curse....that immaculate poo ran wild in Baton Rouge...why yes, I do believe in magic.
Ive spent the better half of the week down in the middle of the Homochitto Forrest. My camp, which is surrounded by some of Mississippi's lushest woodlands, has yielded a much needed oasis for this wondering and anxious mind. This morning, I took a walk to one of my favorite spots, overlooking a cypress brake, which separates the "hills" from the "bottomland." An old stump serves as a perfect place to park a keester. You honestly can't hear anything but wildlife. No wheelers, no traffic, not even a single jumbo jet crosses the sky over this desert of simplicity. My mind slipped into a "Hum." If you have ever meditated, then you know what im speaking of. Its the sound of our past..present...future. The sound only the Native Americans from this area, knew. It is utterly and absolutely perfect.....until a crow ***** on your head. I could on giggle. Whitish cream colored feces dripping down my cheek. My heart was telling me to ignore it but my mind wouldn't let me. I did the unthinkable...I looked up. You can probably guess what happened next... Yes, another lump of wonder hit me square on the forehead. I'm not an expert on crow diarrhea but one things for sure, it had eaten something spicy. Cayenne pepper you might ask, idk but I sure as heck recognized the taste. Starring at my reflection through a mud puddle in plot #41, it all became clear...RTGDF and don't look up.
Ive spent the better half of the week down in the middle of the Homochitto Forrest. My camp, which is surrounded by some of Mississippi's lushest woodlands, has yielded a much needed oasis for this wondering and anxious mind. This morning, I took a walk to one of my favorite spots, overlooking a cypress brake, which separates the "hills" from the "bottomland." An old stump serves as a perfect place to park a keester. You honestly can't hear anything but wildlife. No wheelers, no traffic, not even a single jumbo jet crosses the sky over this desert of simplicity. My mind slipped into a "Hum." If you have ever meditated, then you know what im speaking of. Its the sound of our past..present...future. The sound only the Native Americans from this area, knew. It is utterly and absolutely perfect.....until a crow ***** on your head. I could on giggle. Whitish cream colored feces dripping down my cheek. My heart was telling me to ignore it but my mind wouldn't let me. I did the unthinkable...I looked up. You can probably guess what happened next... Yes, another lump of wonder hit me square on the forehead. I'm not an expert on crow diarrhea but one things for sure, it had eaten something spicy. Cayenne pepper you might ask, idk but I sure as heck recognized the taste. Starring at my reflection through a mud puddle in plot #41, it all became clear...RTGDF and don't look up.
