ANIMA ANIMUS

The past 16 days have been thoughtful and fully in motion with my femininity.  The 16 days of activism against gender based violence wasn't only experienced in conversations, political lectures, social expressions of all forms and artistic strides to tell mine and others' stories.  It has also been an interrogation of my inner femininity and the reflection in that journey.  I ended it with a tedious day in town collecting art products for an event and a visit to my Great Confessor.  Whose femininity embodies spirituality in ways I hope to one day write about....not to a 20,000 viewed blog of this identity I take.  But books that shall assist other souls to heal and inspire others with comfort no doctor or drug am yet to meet has mastered.  Fingers crossed.  This blog started in my head as an Eureka during an alone moment in this beautiful morning to a question I have been asked so many times am starting to think it's my last name.  "Are you a man or a woman?&qu

The feminine in each comforts your soul.  Nature her. 

Some days, we are like toddlers begging on our knees. On others, we get on our feet and stamp every bugs around us. 

When did waking up become such a struggle, not the opening your eyes part.  The getting out of bed, heading off for the day.  Organizing your mind and emotions for a fruitful happy day.  Yet we still chase: money and sex hoping the morning get easier.  I long for a day we shall seek the peace and happiness instead of money and sex.

After the panel at story moja where we covered family in the context of queer parenting and parents of queer parents... Just to give imagery to this post I would like to throw a personal confession.  Life and work took a toll on me the previous two years and the past month I have managed to connect to a part of me that I lost touch with.  Dramatically speaking I lost myself to the burn out of activism, self destruction and the "spite" of persons I trusted.  Gladly the previous month has created a space of healing from both friends and strangers and malaria stopped by to remind me of self care on a biological, and not just spiritual level.  To borrow from some of the repairing conversations that I celebrate as a reason why I am feeling a rebirth and just had my perception of my universe altered.  He (My great confessor) is asked, 'What is greater than love?' "Communion, this that we are doing here, lovers and souls in a room sharing their themselves with each

There is an elegance to consistency.  A royalty to simplicity.

As much as intelligence is attractive. We would never admire wisdom if we didn't have our stupid moments to shame us.  Everything has its place. 

I once had a cat, Anyes.  She wasn't really my cat but I had more time to attend to her than mum did.  Best listener and advisor ever. 'Said nothing and never acknowledge all I said.' When she died I felt cut.  Presence is everything. 

The fairy tale, that doing good shall mean you get the same needs to be totally wiped off. You might not even sleep better. But you must be who you are. 

The biggest loss I ever faced was one of self. You run in circles chasing your own tail until you get exhausted, have a seat and catch your breathe.  In that stillness, you find her waiting, smiling. 

My one problem with books, is that they taught me all I know on sharing. But when I have a good one I don't wanna give it away. But when I do, it's beautiful watching it make the same difference on someone else.   Oddly though, those are my thoughts on commitment too . 

Shhhhhh!  Let's keep this between us. They asked me what I saw in you.  Smack to my face! WTF!? Interrogation, that was both unnecessary and insulting.  You see, never did anyone become the beheld of all. My choice at that moment, was a turn between opening their eyes to my well scrutinized, self cherished, idea of beauty or defend my taste in this categorized world, where those who saw no box are questioned and rebuked.