My Malu

This Spirit, did not examine bloodlines, or add up years spent, nor tally words learnt. This identity, called like a lover, impossible to resist. It stood at the door and knocked. It asked only of the heart, and waited for just one word. And with my Yes, came freedom. Unexpected. Arresting. Because I have listenedContinue reading “My Malu”


When the road is dusty, narrow and endless, stop looking for the big answer. The finish line is too far away.  Start looking for the small, repetitive, encouragements. Name them, write them down, gather them close.  THIS is what ushers in the new season, the path to the new horizon. When there is no reliefContinue reading “HOW TO USHER IN A NEW SEASON”