Nestled between eye-stretching beaches and forest-clad mountains lies the capital of Paradise. A village interlaced by rivers and lakes, worthy of the Eden in which it finds itself.
Wilderness. The name conjures up images of stillness, beauty, solitude and perhaps even a little danger elicited by the unknown.
For those that have walked the trails in any wilderness area, there must always have been a thought, a dream – to live in a wilderness of their own.
My wilderness; is Wilderness!
I have walked many trails. I have touched and smelt the fragrances of Africa in the dust of its savannas and in the dews of its forests. I have been alone in the nights with the hyena’s eyes and the leopard’s cough. I have sweated on Africa’s fields and tasted the salt of its wounds.
My reward has been to find solace in Wilderness and God.
Wilderness is my soul food. A place where humanity comes to enjoy the fruits of its labours. A place where a bustling crowd is simply a room full of people and stillness is coffee time shared between two hearts. And if you want to escape the noise, you can let the bird song drown out the crickets or the seagull’s cry from the surf line chorus in the dolphin’s streamlined wake. In the gardens of Eden, we share our gardens with nature or perhaps it is nature that shares her gardens with us. This is creation on your doorstep with a threshold we step over in-and-out, countless times a day.
If the wilderness has always been a place in your dreams – make Wilderness Whispers a place in your reality and let the dream be wakened.
My wilderness is my whispers, heard in the corridors of my being. Words that feed the cries of hope and comfort the tears of hopelessness. Words that bring perspective to our journey on the paths of our lives. Words that touch a little light-heartedness to illicit a smile on the darkened days.
My Wilderness Whispers are words conveyed over the firelight of a spiritual connection with humanity. Join me and find your Wilderness and may we walk the trails together.
