I took my whip that I am lovingly calling the Beast out to play today. It was a mistake I made while trying to figure out the Tibetan Waves. It is fast becoming my favorite whip because it is fast and LOUD.
The air felt like fall with a little crisp bite and the wet grass was deliciously cold on my bare feet. I love this time of year more than anything.
There I was in my groove, feeling the energy rise and making the rhythm go faster and stronger....
Thats when I heard it.
Just a small rustle of leaves and a slight rattle of the fence.
I turned around to find a small boy in a blue T shirt crouched between the fence and the tomatoes. "Hey, Lady." he says "Whatcha do'n?".
I tell him I am playing and ask what he is doing and how he got to be in my back yard.
It turns out that his name is Bryan and that he was down at the parts store with his dad when the sound of the whip grabbed him like the song of a siren and he had to follow. He sneaked off and climbed the concrete retaining wall and shimmied up the cliff full of goat heads and cactus just to check it out. I told him he better let his dad know where he was and if it was ok with dad he could stay for a while. I watched him sprint off under the trees and smiled to my self.
I didn't know if my little friend would come back but I figured he wouldn't. I was surprised when he did come with Dad in tow. I spent a few minutes talking to them and showing them some cracks. Bryan was dying to give it a try and dad said it was ok so I let him go for it. It wasn't too long before he made the cattlmans crack work.
I will never forget the look of surprise and delight on his face.
And just like that.....
The world has another young crack addict.