The movie out of Africa is based on a novel written by Karen Blixen and is her true life story. She left her home in Denmark in 1914 to purchase a farm in Kenya Africa and run a dairy with money that her family had given her. Her soon to be husband went ahead to purchase the land, build a house and buy the cattle.
Much to her surprise when she arrived she found that he had decided to grow coffee instead of the dairy farm that they had agreed upon; without consulting her. Everyone told her that this was very risky because no one had ever tried to grow coffee at such a high altitude before. If that wasn’t enough to top it all off her husband took off to go hunting sort of indefinitely (he would only drop in when he needed more of her money). Leaving her to conquer this daunting task by herself. She was a very strong willed woman and overcame this and many other obstacles along the way. Accomplishing everything at a time in history when women didn’t have the same rights as men.
To her astonishment she soon found herself falling in love with the land and its people. She made a difference for good in their lives, giving of herself and helping them in countless ways and they fell in love with her as well. In the end she finally has to leave Africa and finds herself reflecting on everything that Africa has come to mean to her and how it has changed her life for the better, even though her time there was filled with so many trials. She also finds herself wondering how her life there has made a difference for good to the people and the country. These are her thoughts at the end of the movie. “I know a song of Africa of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and of the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers. Does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or will the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the N Gong Hills look out for me?”
I also find myself wondering the same thing about my own life and I hope that in some small way I have made a difference for good in the world and that it will be a better place because I was here.
TODAY IS THE VERY FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE
This is the beginning of a new day. I have been given this day to use as I will. I can waste it . . . or use it for good, but what I do today is important, because I am exchanging a day of my life for it! When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever, leaving in its place something that I have traded for it. I want it to be gain, and not loss: good and not evil: success and not failure: in order that I shall not regret the price that I have paid for it. I will try just for today, for you never fail until you stop trying.
Next week look for the first recipe that I will be sharing!