Dawn is breaking over the African bush. I’m sitting in the dark, wrapped in a blanket beneath a vast canopy of stars on a wooden yoga deck overlooking the Olifants River. In the distance, a lion’s roar rolls out across the reserve, a primal announcement of presence and power. Our group of five strangers, united by a desire for deeper connection, greet each other with silent smiles.
Following whispered instructions, we close our eyes for Sashwa’s daily but varied guided meditation….

