Day 23 - Spirit of Spirit

Fresh tracks of a pride of lions in the predawn light behind the camp. Its been strangely cool, almost like a cold winter has been knocking on the door. Tracks cut down into the river and onto a beautiful sandbank. The sand allows you to see very clearly how the pride plays with each other. The tracks then cut up onto a hippo path. I’m nervous to follow but do so anyway. The path opens into a small beach near the rivers edge. The cats pace from side to side not wanting to go in. With the water so brown and many crocodiles I try to find a better crossing point. Eventually I find my way across and move up river. Its think and grass and suddenly all the trees look similar. I find my tree and go down to the waters edge to beautiful pug marks of the tracks in the sand. Why are these tracks beautiful? Its the perfect outline of this formidable predators large foot. Its the feeling that you are walking where the lions walk. Like you can almost feel the animals up ahead. It’s the spirit of the moment. A short while later I find them, a lioness sitting in the golden morning light. My day is set, its 8:45am and I have find lions already. I think of the Chief Seattle quote, when all the animals are gone humans will find a loneliness of spirit. This is of a loneliness or bankruptcy of the spirit of life seems important. Have you ever walked into a soulless building - like a new mall. Well that at more subtle levels seem to be what we are losing and do not know that we are losing it. The very essence of family, community, work and play is losing its spirit. I remember walking in a wilderness that had lost its animals in a war. It was strangely eerie. How do we get back to the spirit of life? Ubuntu - I am because of you, you are because of me. Your presence helps me be a person. It seems to run deeper than that. Deeper than people, the animals, plants, rivers. Get quiet enough to really hear the voice inside you. Follow that and I suspect it will take you back instantly to the spirit of life.