Giraffes in Kenya

A dance unlike anything you've quite seen before. Choreography by the Kenyan savannah. Music by Angélique Kidjo and videography by Debi. Turn up the volume on your computer.

Comments

[Anonymous]

dance me... to the end of love :)

[Anonymous]

Thank you. Now I understand the biological imperative of my own fondness for "necking."I'm happy to be connected to my taller fellows in this way.

David

[Miss B]

Thanks Deb, I remember these friends. :) Great memory to wake up to!

[Anonymous]

hl in slo... In a rare, silent moment of the afternoon, I am lifted to another place, to another wonderous creation from God. Thank you. Affection for the other expands our own heart and it takes the Other for this to happen.

[Chris]

What a beautiful expression of affecction. We serve a powerful and loving God who could make such creatures for us to enjoy

[Chris L]

I'm very struck by your responses, HL and Chris. Perhaps I've never felt so "contemplative" as when riding across the savannah at dawn, standing up in an open van, in complete silence, just watching and listening for the life that came up all around us. David and Miss B know—because they were there.

We haven't blogged (yet) explicitly about being "Camaldolese," but I feel more "Camaldolese" all the time—maybe more so the less I talk about it. And one of our most extraordinary experiences came in Ngogorngoro Crater in Tanzania—when we were staying just outside of it with the community of Camaldolese nuns at Keratu. Sr. Scholastica, the prioress, took us on "safari" herself. So you can imagine the rhythm of prayer within a cloister with a wonderful community like this—and then continuing that rhythm out in the savannah. Passing back and forth like that.