On our off-leash walk along the back road this evening, I divided our route into 5 segments and worked it out so that I would be waiting ahead by the time my dog Pumpkin arrived. At the farthest point, my plan worked perfectly, and she looked up to find me waiting there and we turned around together without issue. Just like one of my most tremendous friends Chuck Robinson used to do, I played with time. Thinking ahead and being there when others arrive can be a powerful achievement.
And sometimes time plays with us. We pushed back Abraham’s departure to Kenya so that he would have time after our shipping container arrives in Mombasa to take care of business or be able to handle any unforeseen delay. The container was on schedule until it arrived in the UAE Port of Khor Fakkan. First, we learned that the container would be delayed by a week, and then it was another week and just now, I learned it will be yet another week. As of now, we are hoping for a Saturday arrival.
A friend asked why the delay? I responded “I’ll call the Fakkan Portmaster and ask him.” Abraham has done his best to set up a path to Matunget once the container arrives and has a clear vision of our next steps in Kenya. As Abraham often quotes, “when you want to run fast, run alone. When you want to run far, run together.” Over the past decade, we have become good at maximizing our time together and play with time at every opportunity. During our recent 4-day trip to the Cowtown Marathon in Ft. Worth, at best we were within an hour of being “on time.” We went into it with no expectations other than to live in the moment, and we availed ourselves of the long weekend without ever becoming bogged down in any other time but our own. By doing so, we maximized the timeless moments where it all clicked and we achieved things that given a thousand years would otherwise have remained among the things not seen or experienced. That is the thing with running fast and far; you reach places that you otherwise could not have dreamed of. Once you untether yourself from time, possibilities open up previously unknown and unfathomed.
Anyway, after years of effort, we are making tangible progress and this morning during my run on Glorieta Mesa, we messaged via WhatsApp and Abraham shared photos of progress on the trailer and his afternoon purchasing tires and rims from some Kamba guys. The heavy-duty trailer is to be painted to match our tractor the day after tomorrow and will be ready to start hauling building materials as soon as Big Blue arrives.
So, we will depend on Abraham’s brother Daniel to clear the container, along with the buyer of the jeep we are transporting for fare, and the Mombasa-based clearing agent we have hired. Hopefully the truck driver will make it too. Even on those occasions when time plays with us, we do the best we can and will rely on our friends step up, harambee-style. When the time is right, Big Blue will reach Matunget!