Shoot and Kill

 It was raining when I arrived my destination. While I waited for the rain to stopped, I was pondering whether what I will do is going to be good or not. I was craving for it since the first time I got a taste of it. I wanted to do it again.

When I cast my eyes towards the sky as if to look for an answer, a multitude of dragonflies were swirling and darting to and fro making criss crosses as if warning me not to proceed with my plan.

Looking down on the ground as to avoid the gloomy colour of the sky and the unwanted presence of the dragonflies, I started to walk towards my destination. It wasn't a heavy feeling as I was determined to try it once again. It was exhilarating the first time so doing it for the second or third is just to fulfill my longing to be more precise. 

It wasn't a long walk and though the path was bathed with colours and perfumed with dainty aroma, it didn't stop me on my track to fulfill my current wish. I was determined to do it with sweet revenge.

I passed by the rooster who gave me a wide eyed stare. It probably knew what I was thinking or hoping to do, but it didn't crack a single sound. 

The duck simply gave me a devilish grin as if approving my thoughts, "Oh yes, it's payback time, do what I wish and be happy without guilt."

So there I was, standing in front of him with piercing eyes with no exchange of words. I gave him the paper in exchange for a gun and "bang!", "bang!", "bang!" were heard within the surrounding areas.

It must be the sound of the bullet penetrating my subjects that alarmed the sheep to run towards their turf. There was stampeding sound of hooves and shrieks from people around. I stirred commotion yet I was happy, for my job was done. 

Finally, I got my coveted prize, a sheep doll. I just cannot explain the mere excitement when I hold that barrel and shot those wooden cats and sheep to my pleasure. If I can live there for a day, those figures wouldn't stand my battering.

I found a new haven to live, a new course to study, a new hobby to pursue, target shooting. Energizing!

(This is part 2 of my Stress Free Ratchaburi post)

Stress Free Ratchaburi

I always dream that one day I will be tilling the soil of my field while caring for animals in my farm. A simple life, devoid of work politics and life inducing stress. A profound duty to be with nature and nurture the things around. Just like my recent trip.

Suan Phueng District of Ratchaburi

Vast entry to Swiss Valley

Scenery Vintage Farm 

Wanted: One Giant to dig

Pumpkins and Candle tree

Waiting for their shepherd

Extra special sheep

The well of life

Not bad for a day since I was refreshed, not by the smell of roaming sheep but by the colours and simplicity of country life. I am not a city person so I ought to find solace in a place that's peaceful and close to nature. Which do you prefer, living in the city or in the countryside?

Hope for Bohol

A walk at the plant market resulted in purchasing a small potted Yellow Bell plant to take home. It was almost time for the shops to pack up so the plant was sold cheap. But it was discounted more because the plant doesn't look healthy. Albeit the imperfections, I took it home, re-potted it and waited for it to bloom.

The plant was difficult to read. Though it grew healthy and big throughout, I cannot but be perplexed for the condition of the leaves, both young and mature. They were always ripped and torn as if something of unknown origin, brings destruction to the leaves every day and night. It wasn't a bug problem nor the presence of the wind as the plant is quite enveloped by the cascading branches of a bigger tree. The cause will probably be a question in my mind for a long time. 

The resilience of people is like the battered leaves of my Yellow Bell tree. The agitated and broken-spirits of the people of Bohol will be pictured in newspapers and television news. Their disbelief and quest for answers will fill the air everyday. The number of loss lives cannot be taken back. It happened and became a part of our commune with nature's wrath. 

It took almost two years for the plant to produce what it is producing now. The blooms had been aplenty as the rain had been watering my sole Yellow Bell plant without hamper. Peaking through the window this morning, I got myself a surprise to see more big balloon like buds ready to burst in a day or two. What glorious presents from Mother Nature. 

Though battered and marred, Bohol will rise up again to be the precious city I find endearing to my heart. It was one of the best places I had the pleasure of visiting. Though the religious sanctuaries won't be around anymore, those historical places had been home to many a faithful and devoted God fearing people. I do believe that their faith and hope will shine, just like the flowers, in due time. 

Let the healing of the people be done first. Then things will look bright when we all pray for our countrymen. We are known to have the great ability to rise up, even when pummeled with adversities and we will stand with dignity and pride at the end. 

The simplicity of the tree gave me a life lesson to reflect on. The leaves are ruptured yet the fruit of its existence still produced perfect results. Our spirits, crushed they maybe, will still bring a beacon of hope. 

Trust. Believe. Have faith.