postcards: bhagsu, india

We walked, scrambled and slid on our bums trying to follow the goats path to a waterhole. We arrived with a sense of accomplishment. We looked across and saw a shepherd on the opposite hill. Each step he placed was with confidence. An aura of calmness seemed to permeate from him. He didn’t follow a path, he made his own. He looked at home on the side of the mountain, he looked at peace. As he ventured off to re-direct a goat, he didn’t seem scared of the vertical drop off below him. He didn’t measure the success of his day by grades, sales or money. It seems like sometimes we have things around the wrong way.