“Any glimpse into the life of an animal quickens our own and makes it so much the larger and better in every way.” —John Muir
Magic has a bad rap, and yet without it we are the walking dead. We are never surprised, take risks, or step into the unknown. Without the magic of our lives, we cease to be truly connected. Without Nature’s magic we run the risk of thinking we are all there is, creating isolation, loneliness and a disconnection so immense we may as well be homeless on the street. My sense for sometime is not that we need to live like indigenous people to survive, but that our survival depends on living alongside nature and the animals as we once did. That once we let go of being the controlers of our prosperity and abundance and truly trust the natural law of there is enough, we are enough and prosperity and wealth lie in the surrender of allowing the magic of our lives to take hold then, we can witness magical nature at work. It’s an ongoing work of art.
My sense is the animal kingdom have messages, they always did, but we need to be still long enough to listen, kind enough to ourselves to spend time on our personal quests in nature in wild places, with the wild ones and curious and trusting enough to take a risk and go for the gold. Magic is to be awed a natural world so bountiful and breath taking it stops you in your tracks, an elephant mother and her calf, ostrich on a beach at sunset, the sense of a leopard in the bush, calling at night, a shark silhoutte caught in the curve of a wave. Magic then is an encounter with the God of my understanding.
Join us in Botswana with the wild beings and the Jo/’hoansi Bushmen, for an incredible journey into nature;
For a full itinerary and costs: Magical journey into Botswana
“Run towards the roar,’ the old people used to tell the young ones. When faced with great danger and when people panic and seek a false sense of safety, run towards the roaring and go where you fear to go. For only in facing your fears can you find some safety and a way through. When the world rattles and the end seems near, go towards the roar.” Micheal Meade