Sikiliza

  Photo by Sikiliza follow on instagram @msikiliza It may sound very cliché to say that this moment feels very poignant, but alas it is true.  I find myself more and more taking a new route to unknown destinations …while this unfolding feels right, it is still rather unsettling. A new form of adulting sets in that offers more room to part ways from attachments I have grown accustomed to over time…things, ideas, people…so many ways in which I clung was so unquestionably entrenched in my psyche, it was hard to pry them apart and separate them from my sense of self … I have been internally busy as I reclaim me once more… and with that has come a necessary major surgery of sorts… In my personal life I am quieter, a lot less inclined to respond to everything, every time or be available all the time.  I say no much more and that has been so liberating! I am much more open to surprises that spontaneity offers… I grit my teeth much less as I endure ceding control,    em...

Early morning in Makuyu It is always a honour to stumble upon precious lessons as we experience life. One such lesson that stood out for me is in recognising and honouring the cyclical nature of life.  That there are times of illumination and times of darkness. The rise and the fall, the high and the low, the passive and the active, the receptive and the giving….all these shifts offer spaciousness for expending and when it is time, resting, restoring and regenerating.   I appreciate now more than ever the times of retreat, when we go dark in order to make room and prepare for the new things ahead. Much like the rise of dawn, darkness must preface the light for us to witness the magic that sunrise brings. Perhaps this explains why I am drawn to witnessing the miracle of sunrise… Gazing at the same mundane spots at home that come to light each day; familiar yet different each time. It is unfortunate that somewhere along the way, many of us have lost the art of living in the...

The concept of time fascinates me…a core part of humanity, history, how we live and organise society… yet when asked, time is a difficult thing to define. We construct time as the progression of events from past, present into the future yet to come. While its nature is not tactile, it  measures palpably in transit or passage. My relationship  with time crystallised at an early age…growing up telling time was a necessary skill. School and home life emphasised the importance to read time and we wrapped our lives around it…my clock of choice was analogue.  Digital watches were flashy, fancy machines but never for me. I love the mental and cognitive jog experienced reading the patterns of hands on a dial.  As school kids we carried the old ten cent coin to school and drew countless dials on our workbooks. Our teacher would drill lessons on reading and illustrating time in so many scenarios that those who had an interest mastered the skill.  My father did this as wel...