There is a man on this mountain who wears many hats.
Laid the irrigation pipes.
Installed the solar panels.
Fixes the plumbing.
Wires the electricity.
Builds what needed building.
And every morning, without fail he shows up with a smile.
He built my website.
Designed my brand.
Produced every meditation.
He is a creative genius.
Lance is the wind beneath everything that happens at Dream Karoo and in my heart. The behind-the-scenes genius who asks for no credit and deserves every bit of it. While I sit on this veranda working with the most beautiful souls around the world, my dear clients whose trust and love keeps food on our table and the dream alive. Lance is tending the ranch.
The land.
The pipes.
The panels.
the pack.
The twenty-one trees drinking from our hard-won underground river. This veranda or ‘stoep’ is our office. Every morning ,coffee in hand ,we sit here together and decide what the day needs.
Lance with his list.
Me with mine.
Riley on his lap.
Ears up.
Sunning himself with the absolute confidence of a creature who has decided that board meetings are best conducted in the morning light with a mountain view.
He is right about this.
Six months on this mountain. I could not have built a single day of it without this man. The one with the quiet smile and the steady hands and his sidekick with the enormous ears.
The wind beneath my wings.
And the best chef on the mountain.
Lance, this one is for you.
SharynAnn
There is a man on this mountain who wears many hats.
Laid the irrigation pipes.
Installed the solar panels.
Fixes the plumbing.
Wires the electricity.
Builds what needed building.
And every morning, without fail he shows up with a smile.
He built my website.
Designed my brand.
Produced every meditation.
He is a creative genius.
Lance is the wind beneath everything that happens at Dream Karoo and in my heart. The behind-the-scenes genius who asks for no credit and deserves every bit of it. While I sit on this veranda working with the most beautiful souls around the world, my dear clients whose trust and love keeps food on our table and the dream alive. Lance is tending the ranch.
The land.
The pipes.
The panels.
the pack.
The twenty-one trees drinking from our hard-won underground river. This veranda or ‘stoep’ is our office. Every morning ,coffee in hand ,we sit here together and decide what the day needs.
Lance with his list.
Me with mine.
Riley on his lap.
Ears up.
Sunning himself with the absolute confidence of a creature who has decided that board meetings are best conducted in the morning light with a mountain view.
He is right about this.
Six months on this mountain. I could not have built a single day of it without this man. The one with the quiet smile and the steady hands and his sidekick with the enormous ears.
The wind beneath my wings.
And the best chef on the mountain.
Lance, this one is for you.
SharynAnn
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