Gerrianne Pennings

1 story every 24 hours | 365 stories written by a 24-year-old



Day 319 – Home

"Wherever you go, go with all your heart." Confucius And we are back in Kampala. Laundry sorted, dinner is cooking and movie night is about to start. That's the sentence I typed on my phone to start this blog. By now... Continue Reading →

Day 228 – The road to letting go

I don't get how this happens. After walking the Camino for two years in a row, it's the thing I miss terribly right now. However, it seems to follow me. I feel it in my heart and see it in... Continue Reading →

Day 227 – Wise woman

Wisdom. The word keeps coming back to me in various ways. I read it in books. I hear it in the whisper of my heart. What does it mean to be wise? How do you make wise decisions? What to... Continue Reading →

Day 215 – Slowly falling in love

It's totally happening. I am slowly falling in love with Uganda. Especially on days like today. On the road. Every turn is more beautiful than the last one. Mountains, trees, plants and endless skies. But even more so, the stories... Continue Reading →

Day 201 + 202 – Rocks and rivers

Miles and miles of sandy, rocky roads. Bumpy and unlivable. Miles and miles of roads through green patches of fresh grass fueled by the first April rains. Alive and hopeful.  Contrast. Just a few miles. You don't have to drive... Continue Reading →

Day 199 – Daily miracle

The moment right after a sunset. When the last little bit of light creeps in. Soon enough you will have to light a candle or turn a switch. But for a few precious moments, you can still see what's around... Continue Reading →

Day 169 – Scared of scarcity

I think many of us are scared of scarcity. Afraid that we don't have enough. It seems to be deep in our nature. How often do you wake up with the thought: "I haven't had enough sleep." Or throughout the... Continue Reading →

Day 153 – Complaining

There are a few people in the world, that allow me to complain. Without judgement, just simply getting rid of things that bother me. In general though I am trying to be more aware about complaining. I heard a radio item earlier today in the car about a woman that studied the behaviour of complaining. Based on what she found out, she decided to make a conscious effort to complain less and she really felt it had positive effects on her life.

Day 145 – Spring in the storm

It's storming. The wind is blowing like crazy in the chimney. I've been cold the whole day. I am tired too. It's dark now. But just before I got home, I saw a little crocus in our garden. Waiting for just a bit more sun in the storm. It's small little head in the wind. Hopeful that it will become spring soon. A tiny bit of hope.

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