I feel so happy today. I have been feeling this way for a while now. Which is a change because previously, I was feeling very bad. Negative. A dark hole. But now? Now I feel lightness in my heart. A new volunteer group is coming. I am always excited for this part, to envision the … More Asante Sana
I’ve had more in-depth, daily conversations in the past month that I can ever remember before. Silly conversations. Repeated conversations. Personal and exposing conversations. I feel close to people who were strangers or mere aquaintances four weeks ago. With some, I can tell we will share this precious moment in time forever. A bond. For … More Conversation and Connection
Its been tough. Not the same kind of tough as in India in the beginning of the year. Work-wise, its been much, much easier. I know what to expect, second time round. I know my personal weak spots that this job pokes its fingers into – weak spots I had to face head-on already so now … More Kenya Update
I love to see the pieces of people that they see as extra, unimportant, frivolous. The pieces at the end of their CV or those that don’t even make it in there because that person doesn’t recognise these parts of themselves as interesting or valuable. I love the pieces that come after traditional labels and … More Pieces of People
I am mediocre. I am mediocre at art. I am mediocre at dance. I am borderline terrible at singing. I am mediocre at running. I am horrid at painting my nails. I have no idea if I am any good at writing. I am mediocre at photography and videos. I am mediocre at effort. I … More A mediocre girl
Next Monday I will make my plane journey to Nairobi, Kenya for a 3 month placement, co-ordinating 3 groups of volunteers. I’ve been to Kenya once previously 2 years ago on a 3 week placement as a volunteer. Different to India where I feel familiar and homely, Kenya is a whole new challenge on a … More Kenya up next (This is big – pt2)
If I could choose any job title, I’d choose to be an encourager. I’d champion you on and yell “you can do it!” until you start to believe it yourself. I’d be your mother’s voice, the one she couldn’t use because she was so full of fears, it blocked her from experiencing belief. I’d be … More I’d choose to be an encourager
