…To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty
Albert Einstein
Several years after I conceived of my intention to become an original I decided it was time to try my wings. A chance arose for me to join a small group travelling to Kenya to see the animals. I decided to spend money from my retirement nest egg on a wonderful adventure now rather than saving it all for an unknown future.
The afternoon we arrived at Maasai Mara Game Preserve we rode out to see the animals who live there. We were treated to the spectacle of the circle of life. We saw mother elephants and giraffes nursing their babies; a mother ostrich frantically running and flapping her wings to deter predators from harming her hidden young; a cheetah stalking its dinner and then streaking like the wind to kill it; a pride of female lions and their young resting in the shade of scraggly vegetation while the king of the animals looked on from a distance; an antelope carcass being picked clean by vultures. Rain fell on the dull brown grass, followed by a rainbow. A carpet of bright flowers appeared the next day.
Before daybreak the next morning I was sitting on the back porch of my sleeping quarters. Everything was dark and still, yet I knew there were animals near by because I had seen them the day before. The sounds of insects and small creatures broke the silence. Other animals joined the symphony one by one. Only the very large animals kept silent. The world was waking up and I was present! I felt the wonder, beauty and powerful energy of creation. I sensed that creation was there before me and happened without me. I was only a spectator lucky enough to have bought a ticket for the show.
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Well I’ll would say that yes, you are a writer just based off this one vividly described scene. What a life to go see this. Can I ask, what is an “original”?
Thanks for the feedback. An original for me means to discover and be myself, whoever this turns out to be, instead of being and doing what other people expect of me as I’ve done all my life. My first post tells about this and how I happened on to blogging.
Wow. That is beautiful. What an experience, the dawning. I grew up in Africa, and miss terribly the wild. But living there is very complicated for overly sensitive peeps like me. You are off to a great start here!
Thank you for sharing your extraordinary experience.
You’re welcome, JoHanna.