As a cold blanket descends on the lowveld, typical of late autumn at Singita Sabi Sand or in this part of the world, I’m sitting once again at my desk with a story to write for our monthly wildlife journal.
Inspired by Nature after an amazing late afternoon Safari where I was fortunate to spend it with a pride of lions (Mhangeni pride) roaring in the clearings opposite Ebony lodge and reflecting on life during these challenging times that the whole world is experiencing.
I’m grateful to Luke Bailles, inspired by his vision and the help he has provided us all working and living at Singita.
This poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson was equally inspiring:
On being asked, Whence is the flower?
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
To please the desert and the sluggish brook.
The purple petals, Fallen in the pool,
Made the black water with their beauty gay;
Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,
And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being :
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose !
I never thought to ask, I never knew :
But in my simple ignorance, suppose
The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
May this selection of photos bring some joy to your lives, wishing you all the best.