Showing posts from December, 2019

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for,  and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.  It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking  like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if  you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by  life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with  wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without  cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling


I turned 38 on Tuesday last week. I feel happy. As I was reflecting on Sunday (if you're ever in Kampala, Bahai Temple is a wonderful place for reflection and prayer), realised, finally, my default setting nowadays is contentment and happiness. And what a joy it is to learn this. I love my life; the people in it, by choice or default I'm happy with my choices; even the no so smart ones I love my body; the workings, shape and size of it I love my mind; how it helps me interpret and interact with the world I adore my heart; how she feels and navigates me My spirit embodies all that I am , the foundation on which I'm built It's taken blood, sweat and tear to get here and I'm grateful me rallied and marshaled for this fight. I'm bloody proud of myself. Girl, you did good *highfives self Well done