Just dance.

When I close my eyes I can still see the joy that radiated from you. Sweet Zimbabwean children laughing, singing and dancing to the beat that surrounds you. Ahhh if I could only make my life so simple as you do.

Days like today I just want to go back to bed and start over maybe five days ago. Then maybe I’d be clearer than this foggy mess that still eludes me. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could live our lives in a space that creates room for possibility without ever thinking of reality. If we could go to the grocery store and say this week i did everything i was passionate about and cared for all the things that truly matter now please grant me enough food to sustain me. But is it a matter of survival or just want of luxuries?

What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul? Mark 8:36

Did i do just this when i gave up a job walking with individuals involved in the sex trade for a permanant full time office job that has the potential to suck life from my being? Am I making a mistake? Or maybe I just can’t see the future and trust in my reasoning when i made the decision and do the best with what I have. I can’t look back now, I need to open my eyes and continue to see the world in wonder. It’s not what you do, it’s who you are while you do it…this I will hold onto as I transition to the next part of my journey.

A beginning.

I’m here. I’m here. tears well as I breath in the morning dew,  it tingles my toes, my back, my legs, my face. So you are South Africa. Hmm…I think I could get used to you.

In my dreams, i saw only a picture of what this could possibly hold. Here and now you are so much more than I could ever have imagined in a glimpse. I am surrounded by lush green, hues of the sun dancing with vibrant colours, songs of birds crying out their names, their land, their power.

I’m here. am I dreaming? How can I experience and relish in your glory to free my mind even more? I long to be aware of all that I’ve lived in ignorance of and mistreated.

How do I know my power? How do i seek to heal without oppressing. Fill me with greater compassion as I am accepted by those who have much right to look at me as an image of power, privilege and by the roots of my British ancestors.

Please forgive us, for we know not the extent to which we are capable to harm. Please teach me of your wisdom.

Vibrant Dance of Courage.

In the beginning, you opened your eyes. They shone with curiousity and wonder. At the vibrancy of truth, you were illuminated by it’s joys. Thirsting for more you danced for the passion of it’s beauty. Springing forth in compassion and courage, you moved in step with it’s grace and wonder.

words of encouragement from my community.

Windows of My Soul.

Being in South Africa and Zimbabwe, was a space I’d been saving a place for for years. Finally living this dream gave me so much inspiration in life’s beauty and wonder. I met and encountered so many engaging people, that even after a week, I still think about them and smile at their memory.
Why? This I must share. All my friends have taught me and continue to teach me as I now ask myself what next. I must explore what to do when ignorance is no longer an excuse.