Maasailand

Under an acacia tree I sat with around 100 Maasai women, women who had all welcomed me into their community with such purity and grace. Looking around I am overwhelmed by the sense of joy and contentment that radiates from each one of them as they concentrate on their beading. I came here to help train these women about costing and pricing their beadwork so that they could find more markets in order to help support their families, but I left here learning what it means to truly be in community and what it means to welcome one into your heart in the most genuine of ways. The community gathers as we walk through the open bush, I let go of any fear of being attacked by a lion or trampled by an elephant because when you are with the Maasai you feel safe, for the wisdom and innate instincts of these people runs so deep. We gather at the top of the hill and in the distant I see a herd of elephants. It is time for me to leave now and as I say goodbye to the community that I have spent the last three days with they begin to gather around me, hundreds of Maasai elders, children, and women. Two women hold my hand and as I stand in the middle of the circle they begin to sing a traditional blessing and dance all around me.Tears begin to flow from my dust filled eyes for this is one of the most magical moments of my life. Breathing in the moment I know that this is one that will impact my life forever. Thank you.

Karibu Kenya!

I have returned to the place where I feel most alive, the place that inspires me to be my greatest self through recognizing the fragility and utter magic of life- Africa, I am home. Breathing in the smells of burning trash mixed with a freshness of African air is the greatest smell in the world to me, I know it is strange, but true. As we drive along the pot filled chaotic roads of Nairobi I realize that life is much like traffic in Kenya that in the utter chaos and confusion their lies an unexplainable magic order, that always takes you to exactly where you need to be at that point in your life. Today that road took me many places into the hearts of women that I have been working with for the past two years who struggle each day to make a dollar but some how each day can discover within themselves what they are grateful for. Today that road took me to Grace Care Orphanage where a husband and wife have dedicated their lives to children who thought theirs was over; a couple that is completely present not knowing where the next dollar will come from to feed over 60 children, but lets go of fear and worry because they believe in their purpose and know that all their needs will be met. Often as Westerners specifically as Americans we feel that we are bringing something to Africa when we come here, each time I come I learn more and more how wrong that is, for no one in the world has taught me more about gratitude, resilience, and dedication then the people of Africa.