One of the things that June has taught me is to own and seize my
joy when it is found.
Which is harder than it sounds when surrounded by such pain and dismay.
Still we rise
Dad was a florist and would bring fresh uncut flowers home every week.
I have fond memories of arranging them and during Lockdown, I promised myself to
start buying them when I could.
Such a small price for a huge load of happiness.
I taught Kami and Andrew to bake and on the #DayoftheAfricanChild2020,
came home to this yummy home made bread.
My heart was bursting at the seams with joy.
I love food and is grateful to live in fertile Uganda, one of the few African
countries without food insecurity.
At (almost)every corner there's a fresh foods vendor, one of the many blessings
I'm counting today.
Here's a prayer for you and me (by Grace R Biamah)
May the weather be sane, diseases be gone, children be manageable
work be sensible, fun be plentiful and life be enjoyable.
We resumed work last
week after being in Lockdown for 9 weeks.
It’s been a tough season and
glad some light is flickering ahead;
hopefully the end of this tunnel.
Our core business is solar installations which means
the restrictions on
movement put the company on hold.
April was notable tough, we generated
Here’s a few lessons I’ve learnt:
importance of a cheering squad -I’ve had a number of friends,
mentors, family holding my hand and encouraging me .
resources, opportunities, information, laughter
and most importantly
hope. They lightened my load immeasurably
and I’m grateful for them.
Hard decisions are mostly hard in my head. Making tough choices
easier than I’d anticipated. We managed to reduce our monthly
by 54%. The conversations and negotiations that’d have had
in hives in early March were surprisingly easier when I had no choice.
Tough seasons are learning seasons. I know much mo…
George's 1st anniversary is on Monday
Nikki died yesterday.
And in these Covid -19 times, we're walking on death shells.
What to do?
We hurt, we grieve, we mourn
We regret texts not returned and phone calls un-answered
We remember conversations and moments
We struggle to say goodbye and to believe this is it.
Surely, this cannot be it.
We need one more day, one more time
To savor the friendship and bask in their presence
To see, to touch, to feel
Death, your sting f**king hurts
Today, I'm grateful for
- Online workshops and yoga classes
- Long walks - Amina
- Hot meals
- Photos and phones that store them
- Internet, Data and hot spotting
- Soap - WhatsApp and Insight Timer
- Food in the house and money to buy it
- Online banking
- Aha moments
- 14 years olds who can do chores
- Nephews and nieces
- WhatsApp groups
- Life, health and well being
- The Sun
I had a call with a friend today, we were checking on each other and she asked how I'm holding up.
I'm well, today is Day 5 of the lockdown in Uganda.
In the last few weeks, it's become clear how interconnected humanity is and also how fragile.
The rising figures of Covid-19 infections and deaths are hitting close to home.
Two years ago I started a meditation practice, using Insight Timer app. I highly recommend both, the practice and app.
At distressing times as these, it's grounding, comforting and helps shift the focus to the here and now.
The second thing that's working for me is realising how little is in my control and doing what I possibly can about it.
I can wash my hands, reach out to my family and friends, read, check in with my colleagues etc
And for now, that is good enough.