If you travel with an open heart as I think one must, you will find yourself here in a moment like this one - unscripted by itinerary and shaded by something so universally important that long after the seasons change and the years pile on, you will remember the days when kindness mattered.
The lion creeps tonight
As we followed the elephants searching for water and watched giraffes rubberneck their way into trees, I scoured the tawny landscape for the flick of a brown tail in the sparse grass. I strained to hear a bellow beyond the snorts of the donkeys drinking river water caught in the footprints of the elephants. I came up empty-hearted.
Land of the red woman
Something about the barren land felt familiar although sand dunes replaced rolling hills and lions not coyotes shadowed the livestock. When the desert wind kicked up a funnel of sand, the Himba children watched it skip across the dry terrain until it dissolved. It was then that I knew we shared more than a moment in the... Continue Reading →