Celebrating Our Differences
“Congruence entails living in dynamic harmony, where strands of our lives play in concert together in a way that has a deep and meaningful resonance and that changes as we learn to grow” – C. Gergen & G. Vanourek I used to really love the balance of…
(A song about caring for the young voices and lives of our future.) I share my heartfelt grief with this song I wrote after the Columbine school tragedy about 20 years ago. This tragedy continues to unfold still; – no pictures, just words. The pictures on the…
Balance, what is it? What does it mean to you? What disturbs your balance? How do you find yours in a world of constant chaos and disorder? So many questions, so many potential answers. Well, let me unpack this a little. Balance means different things to different people….
DON’T SUFFER YOUR LIFE AWAY Some people bear their suffering better than others. When you are suffering, don’t bring any negative thoughts that may worsen an already bad situation. Aim to bring your positive attitude, stillness, and peace to whatever situation that arises, whether happy or sad. Don’t…
October 18, 2017 I used to get cat called as a young boy. I was 11 when a guy fondled me near the shops while visiting my mom’s friend’s place in a township in Bulawayo. He’d seen me peering over a high wall because they had a guava…
“Count it all joy, my brothers [and sisters], when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. “James: 1:2-4 Joy is that…
You know how it begins: someone says something that triggers you; you hear a certain inflection in the tone of someone’s voice; a car speeds up to prevent you from changing lanes so you can turn; someone’s child is throwing a tantrum and handling it differently than you’d…
I find writing prompts and assignments to be rather easy most of the time, which is why the assignment to write about ‘joy’ surprised me; I couldn’t think of a single thing. No, I’m not a dark person, nor am I melodramatic, or anything of the sort. I…
Not knowing her future forces us to live and find Joy in the present. My mother’s name is Sarah and she will be 93 in January. Her majestic face is strengthened by high, chiseled cheekbones and deeply set eyes that bestow upon her an enviable, timeless beauty. My…
A Snapshot from my Journal, Saturday, July 18, 2009 In search of other critical voices to support my essay on Chinua Achebe’s poem, Refugee Mother and Her Child, I journeyed to the Emory University Woodruff Library in Atlanta, Georgia. After browsing their database and recording some prospective resources,…