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A lion’s look.
Tell me how you think youāll feel when you come face to face with a wild animal?
Itās true that somehow elephants calm me, their power absorbs me. I go still inside and out. Iāve voluntarily swum with sharks, no cages separating us. I couldnāt get into the water fast enough. And once againā¦ an almost unnatural-to-most calm came over me.
Iāve voluntarily swum with sharks, no cages separating us. I couldnāt get into the water fast enough. And once againā¦ an almost unnatural-to-most calm came over me.
But lions… There is nothing calming about lions.
There is nothing calming about lions.
I havenāt had many encounters with them, but those that I have had were all completely unnerving (Oh, but in the most spectacular way)!
Itās rare for a wild animal to look you directly in the eye. It’s rare to get that close to feel the gaze penetrating into you.
There is nothing more unsettling than when youāre tracking a lioness who is walking away from you, calling out to her mate, as she turns 180 degrees and takes steady strides right back towards you, lookingā¦ right through you.
Tell me how you think youāll feel when you suddenly feel like… the next meal. When you lock eyes with instinct herself.
On the few occasions Iāve experienced this, my heart raced so fast, my palms were suddenly clammy and hot, I held my breath; wanting to break the gaze but unable to… For those few moments youāre seduced ćhypnotised, mesmerised and absolutely powerless against it.
For my love of African Wild Dogs.
No one can return from the African bush unchanged. This was my first ever sighting of wild dogs and the start of an ever growing love, respect and fascination for these animals who I had known nothing about.Ā
It was my first day of monitoring this pack of nine. There was a sense of urgency due to one of the well-loved males having been caught in a wire-snare 2 weeks prior and monitoring his recovery was the top priority. Checking daily that his wound was bright red (healthy) and not going black or green.Ā Ā
It was my first sighting as well as the first shocking evidence of the impact of snaring and the first moment of seeing with my own eyes why the African Painted wild dog is endangered and why it is so important for conservation groups (such as Wildlife ACT) to put their resources into tracking and monitoring them.At Mkuze, as in many game reserves around South Africa, snaring is a huge problem. The community that surrounds the parks set these illegal traps in order to catch antelope such as Impala and Nyala for food. Sadly, all kinds of other animals get trapped too. And because of the large distance a pack of dogs can cover in just 24 hours, the chances of them stepping in one are very high.
At first these dogs were all gorgeous, of course. But apart from the obviously limping three-and-a-half-legged Foxtrot – they all looked the same to me. I had no idea how the game rangers mentioned each by name. However, over 12 days of seeing these guys (and girls) every day, (sometimes twice a day) it is absolutely amazing how different each individual is. The personalities become apparent, the dynamics and behaviour and how unique each dogās colouring and markings are.Ā
I learnt so much by observing this pack. Wild dogs are not only united as a pack but unlike many other animals they take care of the weak and vulnerable. Due to Foxtrotās injury, they couldnāt move as fast or cover as much ground yet theyād never leave him behind. They moved as one, with such compassion.
Weād count them when we got a visual (1,2,3,4,5, 6, 7ā¦ā¦ā¦.. 8, 9) Foxtrot was number 8. Never the last. When he stopped and lay down for a break, the rest of the pack played around him or lay near by, some of the other adults would clearly be on the lookout for a potential meal, but he was never alone.
When he got up, the pack looked around, took account of each other and moved off together. Always with the 9th dog, like a his body guard, bringing up the rear.Ā
The first time I saw him,as is evident in the photo, he was quite skinny. One of the things to be monitored was his weight and he got stronger and healthier every day due to the fact that he was cared for by his pack. He ate first with the younger dogs, changing my knowledge of each to their own and survival of the fittest. Elephants nurturing and supportive herds are one of the main reasons I have such a deep love for them and witnessing this in the dogs is what gave them a secure grip on my heart.
People tease me for my love of wild dogs. What they donāt understand is how bonded and connected you grow to a pack when you see them day after day, even as a volunteer. Especially, as me.Ā
During the last morning with them, as they ran off into the bush, I knew it was the last time Iād see themā¦ as I watched Foxtrot hop off and pause, look back and move out of sight, tears streamed down my cheeks. Wishing him strength in his recovery Ā and long life. Feeling a sudden jolt on my heartstrings – Iām going to miss you all so very much – and then a reassuring sense of peace knowing what great support he has – not only in his pack, but in his extended human pack. The conservation team whoās devotion I could now so deeply understand. Ā
No one can return from the African bush unchanged.
A part of me shifts every time.
A prayer to the wild spirit.
I pray to the spirit of the wild
Ā to please help me get out of my own way
help me to hear and channel your divine guidanceĀ
please help me to open up fearlessly
support me in knowing and trusting Iām on the right path
please allow me to draw from my experiences:Ā
all the lessons, growth and evolution,
yours and my own
please allow me to express myself
fiercely & precisely
please help me put words to the silence and stillness
be with me through this process
please help me surrender.
waving flags for spirit
it may be mundane and underwhelming
it may seem small and insignificant
but character is when you commit to even the smallest task
with widest smile and greatest attitude
I think of the guys who direct the traffic past a construction site, who I see as I drive to work some mornings.
taking SUCH pride in waving their *green for go* or *red for stop* flags š©š³ while they dance in the street with dedication to do their best with the job they have.
I believe deeply that the universe sees these guys.
it brings tears to my eyes as a grin is wiped across my face and I am humbled me to the core.
that kind of spirit money can’t buy
it doesn’t sit in the size of your pay cheque
it sits in your soul
that life force that always does it’s best.
I honour that essence.
What is a holiday?
It was my first “Merry Christmas” since I can remember.
When I was younger, I’d miss the boyfriend in my life as we went off to our separate family’s for Christmas day.
In my twenties it was filled with “Is this my step dad’s last Christmas?” to “I’m not going to spend Christmas with the one I thought I would.”
There where those Christmas’s running away from heartbreak and depression, hiding out of town and sobbing into the lawn on Christmas eve at my sisters place and once as far as to a tropical island of misery, teaching me that sadness follows you wherever you go and joy and appreciation can light the darkest room.
Then there were gradually less and less people around for Christmas. Loss after loss after loss, year after year.
Holiday times are heavy times for some. And that’s the way I knew it. So much so that this year I didn’t bother taking leave, “let it come and go” I said.
Until this Christmas came and surprised me with peace and joy, togetherness and love.
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It still leaves me thinking, what is a holiday though?
So, many of us set out to make the 24th – 25th – 26th of December THIS WONDERFULLY JOYOUS occasion.
HAPPY FUCKING HOLIDAY !
May it be filled with love and happiness
ALL AROUND YOU
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Make your own holiday. Choose your time.
What does a holiday mean to you? Does a celebration have to fall on an agreed holiday?
The “holiday-feeling” is something you can feel at any time when you are centered, filled with appreciation of the gifts of your present moment. But when you assign it to a specific day, we all arrive with our own expectations, self-imposed and society-imposed pressures… and that’s a recipe for all kinds of disaster.
My 2018 reflection crashed and burned and was just a forced reflective word vomit because I was actually so caught up with what the end of year should signify, how I SHOULD feel at 6pm on the 31st of December, as well as lulling in my sweet gratitude for the surprising peacefulness of the festive season this time round, that I struggled to get deep about it.
But here it is from inner peace to outer dynamism.
Let 2018 revolve around:
Wisdomā¢Celebrationā¢Serviceā¢Commitment
Stay Tuned in ~ Tapped in ~ Turned on ~ To your highest possible frequency.
And when in doubt. Never underestimate the power in the voice of silence. In a bit of quiet, you’ll find the answers and reconnection.
WISHING YOU A WISDOM-FILLED 2018.
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Footnote.
Tonight’s medicine for a tired mind:
+ A spoonful of David Attenborough wildlife documentaries
+ 1 spoonful of Guruji wisdom
+ 1 spoonful of Abraham Hicks
Authentic relating.
There are things that we all resent about the antisocial (dis)connection of social media, but what I can definitely praise it for is the āSo and so is interested in this eventā newsfeed feature, because, whether ‘Joey’ made it to the event or not, I certainly did.
Conversation HUB: A day of meaningful conversation at a beach house. Now, thatās exactly the kind of event that catches (and keeps) my attention.
Why? Because Meaningful Conversations are rare. And Iām so aware of that since Iāve been teaching ESL āConversation classā over the last 3 years. Colleagues hate teaching these sessions, exclaiming āThereās no lesson focus!ā and āWhat is the aim of the lesson? What are the students actually learning?ā
My fellow-teachers and management staff of the English Language School I work at all know that I love this slot. Students who have been in my communication classes know why too and the feedback I’ve had for my method of teaching has continued to inspire me.
There is no focus, you say.
‘Well, what is conversation?’ I usually open my courses with.
I get a lot of answers.
“Speaking, listening, answering questions, asking questions.”
I bring the students attention to ārespondingā without planning what you are going to say while their partner is talking. How often do we do that? Um… constantly…. no longer listening simply preparing our next injection of words and opinions. To respond to what your someone says to you, once they have finished saying it to you, that’s a good habit in communication worth practising. don’t just talk at them.
Whatās the aim? you ask.
Giving students the freedom to just go for it. To speak freely and openly, voice their opinions, to talk about things in depth that we often brush over or donāt even indulge in in regular daily chatter. Some topics that are exciting and wholesome, some controversial, some socially awkward. All real.
What are they learning? They are learning life skills in English. Communication skills that they havenāt even been taught to do in there mother tongue. How freakinā meaningful is that language and expression? How much more true and authentic do you get? How to say what they feel, what they believe, to formulate their own beliefs and express them (in a foreign language as well) to learn about other minds and opinions and have a space to change their minds if they wish, update their point of view.
Thatās the safe space I call my classroom. Where no one is wrong or right. Only, different.
I wonāt elaborate on my techniques of guided conversations, conversation journeys or conversation rotations but I will highlight how I ended up at the āmeaningful conversation HUBā on Sunday 15 October. Alone, stepping into yet another Unknown – out of pure curiosity and need to experience possibly what my students get to.
You see, I see these meaningful conversations happen so often because I facilitate them, and I suppose my lessons have taken on this description out of my own need for deeper connection and sharing. As a facilitator, I witness the magic but by being removed I donāt get to experience it as a participant.
Driving to the beach house on Sunday I was thinking about how I feel about certain topics and realised I donāt really knowā¦ because Iāve only ever thought about it briefly but never had the opportunity to put feelings to words to verbalised it. Students have asked me before, āBut tell us, how do YOU feel about this? What do you believe?ā
I brush it off, saying that itās not my conversation to have, itās theirs – a bit of a cop out, but I rarely want to label myself with an opinion I havenāt had time to mould.
So, there I was. It was a small group of mostly strangers. And I was asked to “check in” with why I was there. Which was most of what I’ve shared above. I want to gain skills and I’m open to any opportunity for personal and professional growth.
What I learnt about human conversation and interaction during our “authentic relating” task was that I was really listening and really present in what my group was saying. And when I felt how I was truly able to engage and listen to another, not for any other purpose other than to hear them, a thunder bolt of realisation struck me: people listen to me everyday but “I don’t feel heard”. This was a very emotional moment as I also had to face the fact that I listen to respond, I listen to form an option, I listen to react with advice or show empathy through my own personal experience. We don’t just listen to hear one another.
And it’s a HUGE pothole in the road of connection and communication. Authentic relating is all about giving someone the space, not to speak. But to be heard.