Recently, I’ve been getting strong visions of an eland. I am brought back to the first time I saw one in Kenya last December. While driving around a friend’s plot of land, I noticed an eland from afar, and was strangely touched by the way it seemed to be looking straight at me. Although it stood too far for me to see, I felt the strange power in its eyes – sweet, gentle, kind but imbued with a grounded strength and the wisdom of an old soul.
Something in that encounter captured my soul, as if the magnificent and almost mythological creature had something to communicate to me. Yet it had remained unexplored until now when I’m called to listen intently to it. In my dreams, it shows itself – an elegant, self-assured being with words of wisdom to impart. Its eyes speak volumes and depths, such that no verbal sounds are necessary. In my waking moments, I see the eland in my mind, again looking straight at me.