Sikiliza

Cattle grounds Trees are life Dukas in Shags Grass hunting... One of the hundreds of Muranga rivers...                             Journeying Home Postcard Collection As the world goes by faster, more efficiently, less personable…  As we lose the significance of handwritten, handmade and apprenticeship as avenues to tap into old and new knowledge As we lose touch with gifts and blessings held in the memory movement and stirrings of our hands, hearts and spirits…  As we try to get to places faster, heads downcast over depending on google maps to tell us where we are and where we are headed… As our eyes remain untrained to reading skies, sunrise, sunsets, marking landmarks to navigate the land…  As we forget the importance of slowing down and taking in the mundane things around us…  As we steer away from immersing ourselves in nature…  As we lose personal touch with loved ones… As we neglect to ...

Finally, after what seems like a lifetime, I am once more enjoying the joys of movement… Walking is a miracle  My morning walks are back in the picture after taking time off to recover and heal after surgery.    Raindrops are miracles Nothing offers perspective like being immobilised by dis-ease. And I mean this both literally and figuratively.   Flowers in bloom are miracles For quite a while, pain and discomfort have had a hand in hijacking my life and thanks to a series of events, I can safely say I am on a path of healing, self -awareness and recovery.  Changing seasons are miracles  I admit I now understand when we find ourselves fumbling with words to describe the intensity of life when it plays a cruel hand. I have a renewed appreciation for the invention of emojis that express a range of emotions and sprinkle it with humour. And on that note… 🙀🫠😶😵‍💫😵😨😳🥵😶‍🌫️🤯🫨🙂 *LOL* Let's just say life can be an adventure with some thrilling moments yo...