mind dump.
This blog is a little of this, and a little of that.
The mom resume.
It all changed when I became a mom. Certainly not my ambition, nor my desire to continue learning, nor my hopes & dreams, but what my resume would say and how (or if) it would even matter.
Tickle the earth & nourish the moon.
I was not yet a mother but was always drawn to the color and whimsy of the OILILY brand, a Dutch retailer who specializes in happy and colorful clothing for women and children. Back when they had retail outlets in the US, I always enjoyed walking into the store just to absorb the onslaught of sunshine and rainbows that emanated from both the racks and the walls. So much color, so much whimsy, so much joy in their prints and patterns.
The journey.
Little do we know when we launch into the journey of motherhood that we will be starting a new adventure, one that is certainly not as sexy or interesting as trekking through the Indian Himalayas or tanning on the beaches of the French Riviera, but a journey full of breathless moments, cultural discovery in its own right, and the opportunity to experience life at its highest peaks and lowest valleys
Mkubwa Mama
In my early twenties I had a life changing opportunity to live in East Africa and my experiences from that time continue to shape me into the person I am today both consciously and unconsciously.
Go away anger, you are not welcome here.
Life is finite. I don’t have time for anger, but sometimes I will sit in its viscosity just long enough to flirt with its power. Then, I will banish it.
But, she will move mountains.
She is confident with her sting because she is safe. She knows I wouldn’t trade motherhood for the world. She knows I love her and that I love being her mother and that I wouldn’t give up any of the joy or anguish of it.