Warmth.
A moment of warmth so pure, so new. So new to the spirit. Not the warmth of a mother's hug, one that I miss dearly every morning and evening. Not the warmth of an infant gripping onto your finger as tightly as their little limbs can do. Not the warmth of your loved ones expressing their appreciation for your existence. I am talking about the warmth of our universe. I am talking about the warmth of a young soul's smile within our universe. A smile with so much admiration and excitement to have an English conversation with the schools international English teacher. This warmth, it is almost indescribable. Although you were not present for this specific sunset walk around my Kitomondo neighborhood, I will do my best to explain what I mean by this form of warmth. What I experienced that very evening. Warmth from the universe. Warmth of a young soul's smile. Taking a solo walk, getting lost and consumed by the African forest. Greenery. Chirping. Dirt paths. Setting Sun. New faces carrying their loads. Exploring the emotions throughout my body. Words swirling around in my mind. My camera has been my form of communication for several years now. It has been my vehicle. It is my vehicle. Allowing me to express my innermost being. To. To the. To the world. To the world at large. My photographs tell a story. Tell my story. One in which I experience and live each and every moment. One in which I feel blessed to share with my community. With all communities. In the states, a desired weekend day is spent getting lost amongst the trails of a botanical garden. Not one in particular, just one open for an explorer. Taking in all the colors and reflecting on the talents of our dear mother nature. Our universe. Connection. Realization. Circle of life. One feeding another through the death of their leaf. Spreading the seeds. In many cases, the wings of a flower. Our world is abundantly interconnected. Each part working together or in some cases against one another. But, all creating a whole. Providing to those whom cannot provide for themselves. And yes, being selfish and taking only what they need with no intention of giving back. This is our society. This is our world. Humans, you ask? No. No. No. Not just humans. All life. The dirt we walk on. The trees that provide our oxygen. The sun creating and sustaining life. The fish in the ocean. The coconut way up high. Yes, all life. Every living thing on this earth. In this earth. Around this earth. Our universe. We are minuscule to that which lies beyond our present physical existence. These gardens I speak of. This desired weekend day is not one that is desired. Nor is it just a weekend day. This botanical garden I talk about is that which I am surrounded by everyday. That which I wake up to and lies right outside my bedroom window. That which blows above me as I walk to school in the mornings. That which glistens in the evening sun as I run down the dirt path leading to the next village. That which surrounds my walk into town. Oh yes, it is true. I am living in one ginormous botanical garden. One that is more than the art of mother nature through that of flowers, plants, trees, birds and cows. It is one of a human botanical garden. Faces with smiles bigger and more curious then seen by my two eyes prior to this reality. Ones in which colors of fabrics radiate every vibrant color known to man. Ones with skin so dark. Ones that sing when they have the chance to have an English conversation. Simply saying hello, ask my name and where I'm from. That's all they need. That alone will do. Everyday is a new discovery. A more clearer realization. A point of growth. A moment of confusion. Even with the confusion being thrown into the mix, I go to bed each night with so much peace in my heart. Calmness in my body. Openness in my mind. I wake each day with even more inspiration and determination than the day before. Reality. I am here. I wake up each morning in Kitomondo on Mafia Island in AFRICA! I am here.
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Jambo from Tanzania:Living & Teaching abroad in Mafia Island, Tanzania
In June of 2012.... a dream came true.
I was accepted into a WorldTeach program to teach English in Tanzania on Mafia Island. In late December of 2012, I embarked on a 3 month journey to the motherland! Enjoy this blog as it was designed to share my photographs and adventures while living and teaching on Mafia Island, Tanzania. Archives |