Oh my days. I feel like I have just had a religious experience and God is a wild animal in a national park, and every miraculous sighting is a prayer revealed.
Then the landscape, thick and green, dusty and alive...wild animals on the expansive plains, moments of something beyond language. A feeling, of everything having its place, its cycle and movement in this world. From the old lonesome elephant, to the gang of Elands, to the two lions circling the red hartebeest. The hypnotic zebra, the hungry warthog, the hectic meerkat, the proud kudu.
And here is a hymn. A scripture. A uttering of reverence.... and I am forever in awe for every inch of this place, and every living thing that moves through it.