Its been two years of stuckness. Two years of low inspiration, low creativity, low synchronicity and a loss of connection with the universe. I wondered time and time again, why am I here? What am I supposed to be learning from this? Where are my angel signs to show me what to do? And then … More Mama knows best
“What’s it like to be a teacher, Miss?” I scoffed at the eight year old girl who randomly asked this question as we walked to class. “Tiring!”, I replied too quickly, immediately feeling guilty. I tried to recover by giving a more inspiring reply to this young curious mind… I was tired, though. It was … More A term as a teacher
Every so often I get this urge to delete my Facebook account, just because I feel the urge to disconnect and to get back in touch with life pre-Facebook. Then I remember that I can’t – because my Facebook account is no longer merely a personal one but it has become my virtual online office, … More How Facebook changed the way we work (and how to handle it)
During my 3 months volunteering in Kenya, I met some very special women who I will remember the rest of my life. Whether we meet in person again or not, I know we have touched each other forever. Women who are strong. Women who hold their families together. Women who are leaders. Women who have … More My Maasai sisters
You say you love me, when you see me laughing and telling jokes, when the sun lights up my eyes and my smile your world, when every breath I take is love and laughter and happiness. You say you want me, when my hair is long and dark and beautiful, when my beard is unshaved, … More Guest Blog: Will you love me?
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
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
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
I realised I don’t have a single picture with you. Definitely none that are recent.When I heard about your death, a single tear ran down my face. Thats it. I spent the day feeling a little down, every so often repeating to myself that you are gone – like I was trying to get myself … More Today, I read your eulogy.
In a culture where we don’t listen, is it any wonder we have difficulty communicating effectively and assertively without falling into aggression? When we wonder why our children don’t talk to us or our partners don’t communicate well, we should ask ourselves if we’ve created a safe space for them to feel listened to, … More On Listening well
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