I don't like to admit it, but I am scared for lots of things. Scared to get seriously sick. Scared to share. Scared to fail. Scared that I am not good enough. Scared of what will happen next. Scared of being lonely. Scared of lossing people I love. Scared to quit. This blog. It's almost... Continue Reading →
I still remember the first week I was here in Uganda. Hosted by a wonderful family. Felt at home pretty quickly. Sat on the same couch as I am sitting on now to eat my first home-cooked meal. 6 months in Uganda already. Halfway through my year as trainee PGA with ZOA. Time flies. It... Continue Reading →
Dear all, I'm simply too tired. It's been a very, very long day. I woke up around 5 am. Couldn't really sleep anymore. Worked from about 8 am to way too late. I wanted to write about trust. But I can't seem to find the words. I call my mum. She says: "there's a lot... Continue Reading →
It's been hardly possible to keep up with writing. I write in my notebook, but can't find the time, nor energy to publish my posts. And that's okay, simply because I am exhausted. Party on Kingsday. A long, long journey east. Climbing a 3000+ meter mountain. Full days of capacity building. Sore legs. Intense bonding. ... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine sent this picture to me and a couple other friends. She made it over a couple of months of therapy. A brain and a heart. Both with strong hands wearing boxing gloves. Made with clay, sculpted, baked and glazed. A process that takes time, just as therapy does. But she found a beautiful metaphor to express her process through art. I love this little piece of creativity, because it tells me a story and I recognize the artist in it. The thing with art is that there is no right or wrong. No good or bad. It just is what it is.