tea at sunrise
Friends, we have been travelling again.
I’ve drunk rooibos tea before, but it is now firmly entrenched in my sentimental sensory memory bank as South Africa – being woken by drums reaching through the darkest bush and into my toes that danced happily; a hot teapot delivered to our tent with a wide smile and a shy greeting; the sun rising as I sipped my tea and watched the silhouette of trees come into my vision; the vervet monkeys stirring in the trees above us and making me giggle; the first safari drive of the day about to begin so that we may watch more beautiful wild animals in awe. It feels like we were away for months. It was the most luscious freezing of time, our only indicators being the drums and sunlight. I’ve seen, smelt and felt more than I could have wished for.
I feel so very rich in love, lessons and life. To have such triggers to the moments that have shaped me. Now I will drink rooibos tea and be transported right back there to that tent, my mind sinking blissfully into the simplicity, my eyes glazed over in the greenery and my body feeling the breezes and movement of wildlife.
More to share with you of our safari and other South African adventures soon.
*Photo by my husband. Me wearing our group safari shirt, drinking rooibos tea outside our tent at sunrise.