When one thinks of Africa, one thinks of Lions.
They are, after all, the beast we most want to see. The beings that exude all that Africa is.
A world without Lions would not be as special as it is today, so soon to disappear as the African continent explodes in population and Lions are forced to retreat to fewer places for survival.
They come in all shapes and sizes. We love the little ones among them, cubs that we want to touch and cuddle.
They come in groups, sleeping in the morning sun, filled with the hunt from the night before. Ah yes, sleep, with a full tummy.
We see them in the mating ritual. Filled with enormous energy. As if born of the earth itself, full of hubris and dynamics.
We see them in the morning sun, lazing as they do, not yet quite awake but still aware of what surrounds them.
We see them walking, not yet fully awake. Rambling in the light, like cats in our household, there moving around, but not yet ready to assume the duties of the day.
They capture our interest. For they are powerful, so incredibly powerful even in their love making, which can take many days.
I am glad I met some lions on my venture, that I saw them as they are. And, I pray for them, that they will survive the world’s change. I would be a lesser soul without them, for they were there when I left Africa many thousands of years ago when my ancestors ventured into the Caspian Sea. They remain in my cellular memories, part of me, even now.
I wish I could be one of them, full of their energy, free and forever proud.
More to come . . .