Simple, Passionate Living

I will be in Kenya twice a year into the foreseeable future.  I often forget to write down the ways in which Muhuru Bay touches me.  It stirs my heart and tugs at my soul strings, calls me back time and again.

-Mama’s hug.  Her rough hands.  How beautiful she looks when she smiles at me.

-Gray shoved fistfulls of ripe mangoes in his pockets today. He smiled gleefully from treetops as he did so. While we walked home, him in the lead, his trousers fought gravity with all their might.  Every 10 steps, I yanked his trousers to aid in their fight.  We sat on a rock wall and ate together, mango juice running through our fingers.

-“White people can climb trees too!” I exclaimed when someone asked me if I was having any trouble scaling the tree near the water hole.