Posted in Throwback Thursday


“You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret
— you return to the beauty you have always been.”
― Aberjhani, Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black

My sister and I…

I used to ride my bike
for hours
and hours,
walk in the veld
gathering wild-flowers,
run barefoot
on dusty roads,
feel the African sun
deep in my bones.

I believed in the kindness of universal love,
a magical thinker
always dreaming of
my inner magic
my earthly song,
where every believer could sing along…

I would lie on the grass
and count the stars,
dance in the rain
and converse with God,

live in the innocence of the unknown,
ever mindful that
I was never alone..

the tune in my heart, imagined the encore,
and fear hardly ever
knocked at my door!

I grew up in Zimbabwe and remember a childhood of carefree abandon,
unaware of any threat to my survival..

Oh, and I remember learning to ride my brother’s bike without any help.



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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