Giraffe Tales
The world and life might not be going in the way you expect it to be at the moment, but aren’t you grateful you were not born a giraffe, looking down on humanity from high above, with a fear of heights..
I don’t fear heights… but I have healthy respect for them, there’s a slight difference. The void calls out to me tempting me to defy gravity and “just jump”. I should probably see a therapist for these intrusive thoughts but I am just glad I don’t have to navigate life as a giraffe.
Some of you might know I have a new found love for bow ties, I am after all, an old soul remembering everything that I forgot.
But as a giraffe, where would one wear their bow tie, closer to the head, where its only visible to other giraffe, somewhere on the middle, where it might interfere with swallowing or perhaps at the bottom of the neck? Decisions, decisions.
And this would be before you had your first cup of tea or coffee for the day, and can you imagine, that by the time it reached your stomach after sliding down your long and elegant neck it would be cold. A giraffe could never properly enjoy a hot beverage.
Now picture this, we live in a world where you constantly capture moments by taking pictures of them, right? Ever thought of how hard it would be to take a picture with your friends or how to crop it out so others fit… its wild business.
Don’t get me started on the family portrait.
And after a hard day munching leaves in the Savannah maybe some yoga could relax you… but there is some risk of serious injury, if you end up sprawling as a tangle of limps and neck…
Namaste, fellow savanna creatures.
Oh snap!! How are you supposed to get a good night’s sleep??
Becoming The Muse 
Your thoughts.. if you will?