June 11th to 14th
| Arden and Henry, one degree South of the Equator. |
| Barbara sported the Safari look. |
| River Crossings were as fun as any Six Flags ride. |
We will all remember the young leopard up at tree with his kill, a Thompson’s Gazelle. We watched as he climbed down from the tree after we disturbed his rest, his belly distended from eating. As we left him we wonder who will finish his kill; will it be shared with others? Since the leopard is a solitary animal, maybe only he will feast until he grows tired and goes to search for water and the vultures arrive.
| Beginning of the Great Migration. |
| Two of many elephants we saw. |
| On the lookout for big cats hiding in the grass. |
| Male lion returning from a hunt. |
| Mother lion with her cubs. |
| Judith with one of our Maasai guides. |
| Ruth on the Tanzania/Kenya border. |
| A very civilized bush breakfast in the wilderness included coffee in china cups. |
| The Reverends Ruth and Benno Pattison presided over the Eucharist in the Mara. "Christ our Passover is sacrificed for us." |
| "The Blood of Christ which was shed for you. Preserve your body and soul unto everlasting life." Our guides said this is the first time any of their groups had held a church service in the Mara. |
We returned Monday night to Karen Inn for our last night and shopping and reflections. We shopped at a corner street market for fabric, beaded belts and bracelets where we haggled for a good price, a practice which is challenging for some and frustrating for others.
Tuesday we visited the Elephant Orphan Center, Karen
Blitzen’s (Out of Africa) home and the
Kazuri bead center.
The words from Karen’s book resounded in our heads:
“I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong hills …” We
stood on her farm where her relationship with the Kikuyu people inspired the
village, now a home of many expats and wealthy Kenyans, to be named for her. We
will all read the book or watch the movie when we get home.
“If I know a song of Africa, does Africa know a song of me?”
Our last night at Karen Inn we reflected on our days
together and the process of returning home. Stewart and Henry surprised us with
the dance and chanting of the Maasai tribesmen complete with shukas and clubs.
Final thoughts to ponder as we depart for home:
How do we leave?
What did we pack we did not need?
What do we leave and what do we take home? – a rock for many
of us and a spirit for others
A stone from Tanzania where for a moment we were illegal
I am here now.
I am because you are.
A new understanding of mission.
Relationships.
Indelible marks: moments that mark your soul
“You’re are not African because you are born in Africa.
You’re African because Africa is born in you”











