Sikiliza

self-portrait, 2019 What a year, many highs many lows and so so so many things to be so grateful about. Quite a coincidence that a lot of my pause and reflection moments are at the tail end of the year...I just wanted to share with you some of the musings I have been pondering about...particularly on this radical idea around Love. .. Love needs understanding... cultivating an understanding of oneself.. one’s desires and extending this to our beloved; an ardent pursuit of learning their needs, their passions and easing of their suffering. Love should  bring joy and everyone is worthy of experiencing happiness.   Love  led me to recognise that it is not always the case that one is within reach in day-to-day life with our beloved. Their absence does not ever lessen the immense Love that exists in our hearts.   One of the most difficult things I am still grappling with is the awareness of the deep hurts we rack up inter-generation...

My lover gave me a gift She gave me - her time, A gift she has put in my path without constraints…. She gave me - her hands Her touch heals even the most broken parts of me…. She gave me - her smile That melts through the hardened pained parts of my soul   She gave me - her life, her love, her indulgence In bounty My lover gave me the expansiveness and the patience to let me be to feel enough to be unconstrained and unrestricted by rules, fear, conformities My lovers deep trust in my methods, my ideas, my randomness, my spontaneity, My lover pride of me…her love that erased any shame I bore as baggage My lover who made me feel enough; special, needed My lover who demonstrated to me that love is those small priceless bits My lover, my lover …my love…my life.