Lament

When the hashtag #blacklivesmatter blew up last year, I remember trying to sort out a myriad of emotions. Sadness, anger, bitterness, and because I live in Canada, amazement and confusion. How was it possible that so many First Nation communities were without reservation or bitterness, rallying behind this hashtag and yet, had suffered terrible things…

I wish.

One of the first books I borrowed from the school library when I was 10 was a history book on major world faiths. I remember sitting in a bus writing down notes (for the fun of it) about what I was learning on Islam. Since childhood, I have had an insatiable desire to understand more…

Lessons from a side hustle.

Lately I have been reflecting on my little side hustle A.K.A KayaMade. I started making dolls at the beginning of 2019. At first I didn’t think I had what it takes to make a doll that was worthy of any price tag. But I persisted and kept fine tuning my pattern. It took 10-15 attempts…

Butchart Gardens

We checked out what I can only assume is Canadas most famous garden the other day. Now that I know what the garden has to offer, next time I will be more prepared to take lots of pictures! The beauty of the place was quite overwhelming at times. Here are my favourite pictures from the…

Imago Dei

I must have been five months pregnant when the weight of what motherhood would mean to me hit me. I cried. Not tears of joy but of grief as I thought of how much racial intolerance my child would have to deal with. I cried as one memory after another of racist encounters I have…

God is young?

“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough…