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March 27, 2018

Written in the Nairobi, Kenya Workshop

Writing inspired by ordinary objects:  a recharging cable

I look at the recharging cable with a bit of amusement.  It is such a major part of our lives in this modern technological world!  Using it is now a routine.  I now charge phones, power banks and the computer every night.  When we have a power cut and things were not charged, our lives are in disarray.  We are behind on communication with the rest of the world.  Heaven forbid that we could talk to one another directly and meaningfully!

It makes me...

March 20, 2018

Written in the Nairobi, Kenya Workshop

From This Vantage Point

From this vantage point, a wife, a mother, a grandmother, a sibling, a friend, counsellor/mentor…sound a lot right?  Too many hats!  When do you pick one and let the other go?  Do you wear all of them?  Do you play a balancing act?  Oooh the pressure!  But, is it really?

What determines the pressure or lack of it mmm?  A good question that is!!  Okay, if it is up to me to determine what is pressure and what is not, then I will choose to not have pressure.  Yes, that I believe is the...

March 13, 2018

Written in the Nairobi, Kenya Workshop

The Quiet Noise

When everything is quiet, I smile, I feel, remember and enjoy the quiet. But then it’s not. Now I only hear more clearly the noise. Not the big noise, but the deep whisper that screams, “Let me out so I can wail, so they can hear and understand, so they can know that I’m not quiet, only still; that I’m not soft, only gentle; that I’m not sure, only calm.”

Exhale. So heavy. No, the tears will not be let out. Not today. We don’t know how much time we have and so we may not be able to stop when the crowds return, when d...

March 6, 2018

Written in the Nairobi, Kenya workshop

If I were to tell you of the moon and how she wakes me in the night with that cloud of brightness falling over my bed, would you be able to feel the hush of her shimmery light, or know the deep place it stirs in me when I wake to that sight? 

     If I were to tell you of the smell of dry grass when the rain finally begins to fall and the straw-like blades give way under heavy, plump-round drops, would you feel the quickening of pulse, the pleasure and relief that rushes in when drought is broken? 

     If I were...

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