Facing the Stars
We’re sitting on the ground around a small, slow burning fire. The embers are dim, golden orange in colour. The night is dark. Lit up around us are the faces …
We’re sitting on the ground around a small, slow burning fire. The embers are dim, golden orange in colour. The night is dark. Lit up around us are the faces …
My favourite answer to this question comes from an ancient San Bushmen story: Many generations ago, in the heart of Africa, a baboon sat guarding the one and only waterhole …