Listening to Morning Light

We gathered before dawn, wrapping ourselves in kikoys while the river hummed. Breathwork softened the pace of our heartbeat and the first strokes arrived as whispers—pale indigo washes that mirrored the horizon.

• Natural pigments sourced from river clay and acacia bark
• Thirty minutes of blind contour drawing to loosen the wrist
• Shared chai with Maasai storytellers as the sun lifted

Art became a way to greet the day rather than capture it. Each guest left with a sketch that felt more like a journal entry than a painting, a souvenir of presence.