Nomadic. Storyteller. Soul searcher. Experience hungry. Music carnivore. Dreamer of better things. They call me H.C. You can find stories about my travels, stories from my decades on earth, and thoughts about why the world turns in our vast universe.
I’ve found no tree anywhere that compares to the magic and mysticism of the Acacia, especially the ones you find on the great plains of Kenya.
Hundreds, perhaps thousands of years old, they rise from the Earth as silent protectors to creatures that will only be here for a fraction of time in comparison.
Like transient techno music that washes waves of trippyness through your skull, get lost in the beauty of the Acacia…..