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Joanna Craig

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Life. The why, the why now, the what for; these ar Life. The why, the why now, the what for; these are things that as much as you try to wrap your head around, you simply can’t. There are unknowns to which perhaps there are no answers. I certainly don’t have them. Life is full of surprises and sadness, and it’s full of rich encounters, opportunities that take you that inch closer to the glimpsing the purpose of it all, sometimes and for just a while. And these are the moments, the fleeting shared experiences that you begin to cherish, the beacons that anchor some meaning in the great, tossing, churning, unpredictable sea of life. This week we’ve had three such moments that leave you both questioning of life why? and equally, knowing it could not have been any other way. Where Mozambique and Zimbabwe meet together with the sky we were given tales of Ghana and farming mushrooms at the table of a couple whose love for one another and life were as tangible as the zing of the freshly picked radishes on our plates (thank you); in front of a warm glow of a fire in the the home of a woman (who for the last 10 years has farmed alone in the smoke wisped hills of Chipinge on parcels and folds of partitioned lands after the death of her husband) we were given gentle anecdotes of her acceptance and her love for this land, her family and her life (thank you); and the last, a dinner with a dear elderly friend who puffed on his cigar, drank whiskey and listened to the swing of The King Louis with Buck and I as his wife of 6 decades took her last breaths in a hospital 20 kms down the road (thank you). Life. I don’t know? And probably never will. But, we do it anyway. Here’s to those who ‘don’t tip-toe through it to arrive safely at death’. Here’s to the ones brave enough to love it, picking themselves up and dusting themselves off time and time again; here’s to those who are brave/ mad/ true enough to really, fully live it. Here’s to them 🥃
Explore more. Appreciate more. Explore more. Appreciate more.
❤️🐿 One day we are going to find funding to ❤️🐿 One day we are going to find funding to spend on protecting a large landscape for a squirrel sanctuary. The squirrels can be free, happy and thriving. Big love for squirrels! Always.
It is a true privilege to work in large wilderness It is a true privilege to work in large wilderness landscapes such as Gonarezhou. You can’t help but think how much unpeopled space there was at the turn of 19th century, and how little left of it there is now.
Conservation storytelling. There’s nothing else Conservation storytelling. There’s nothing else we’d rather be doing.
Ritualized marking of the passing of the months. Ritualized marking of the passing of the months. Sunday July 4th 2021 Baptism by Nature.
“If you wake up in the morning and your two feet “If you wake up in the morning and your two feet touch the ground, you’re winning” - wise words from the wise man Andy.
Part of the beauty of a sunset is being caught off Part of the beauty of a sunset is being caught off-guard. There are evenings with spectrally pure sunsets of clean, clear, loud and bright pinks, reds and oranges. There are evenings where the light is muted and soft with colours fudging into themselves, indistinct from one another. And then there are those where a kaleidoscope of dazzling colours sears from behind the clouds for a moment just long enough to make the sunset that special kind of indescribable. You just never know what you’re going to get unless you put yourself in a position to show up and look up.
The gorgeous grasslands of Bubye, now wooded kopje The gorgeous grasslands of Bubye, now wooded kopjes, blur into the dusk dust. - Thanks to Lowveld Rhino Trust for taking us under their wing and for so generously sharing their knowledge and experiences with us.

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