Gerrianne Pennings

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Dag 323 – Eén stap tegelijk

Het is tijd voor een zondag update in mijn fijne moedertaal. Gisteren realiseerde ik me dat, hoe fijn het eigenlijk is om meer talen te kunnen spreken. Ik genoot volop van het Noord-Ierse accent van de nieuwe pastor familie terwijl... Continue Reading →

Day 322 – About feeling anxious and self care

Pff, I'm tired. I should be all energized from my leave and ready to get back into work. But maybe I am not. But just a couple texts from a friend already make such a difference. And while I am... Continue Reading →

Day 320 – About being free

I woke up this morning to the sound of the very loud and frankly quite annoying generator. No power. Again. It happens all the time. Perks of living in a Ugandan city I guess. But you get used to it.... Continue Reading →

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 →

Dag 316 – Scheuren door de savanne en wiebelen op het water

Het is zondag! Ik heb al een aantal dagen niet geschreven. Vakantie is altijd ook even een beetje offline. Geen mail, maar af en toe even nieuws en vooral heel veel genieten. De afgelopen dagen waren heerlijk. De auto zit... Continue Reading →

Day 312 – Thoughts while driving

It feels like I've been away for days already. It's only been a bit over a day though. I've been driving kilometres and kilometres over very good and not so good roads. I am tired. But with a good meal... Continue Reading →

Day 308 – Sister in Uganda

Love is not a mere emotion but self-transgression – I really love only what I care about more than about myself. Tomás Halík She is finally here! My most awesomest sister in the whole wide world is finally here. In... Continue Reading →

Day 289 & 290 – 10 kids 

"I have born 10 children," she says, "7 of them are alive." The oldest is only a month older than I am. "So I can be your Pokot mother." She tells about her latest. Died in the womb at 9... Continue Reading →

Day 275 – Be attentive

So in my Saturday blog I wrote about transcendental imperatives. Two complicated words. This week I want to engage with them. Not these exact words though, but the ones they referred to. Words from a book on the saint Benedict... Continue Reading →

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