A palavra equilíbrio sempre me incomodou em alguns contextos. Ela soa como se eu precisasse um pouco dos opostos para que se ache o caminho ou o ponto em que gostaria de estar.
Quando penso nos meus filhos, prefiro a palavra discernimento. Prefiro ver com clareza o que está a minha frente, buscando uma escolha consciente, do que tentar equilibrar o que penso escolher ou entender.
I've been thinking so much about my friends in South Sudan.
Though they are Kenyans, Joshua and Justina were more than friends.
His wisdom dressed in patience taught me to be better. His advices and his insistence on believing in me are kept on my heart.
Her big eyes would tell us more than her words and her humor would reveal more than her words.
How amazing would be to find a good bread at their house - Mama's speciality to a Brazilian bread lover.
How amazing it was to receive their visit close to sunset, helping us to survive midst a challenging environment.
Today I would enjoy a cup of coffee and a thick slice of bread, my Kenyan family.