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Through My Eyes

Through My Eyes

Author: Kasia Yoko
Date: 2021-07-13

"Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat."

- Tahereh Mafi


When I started writing this column a week ago, I was optimistic and upbeat, it was the week after the rioting and we were suppose to print that Tuesday but we were too mentally exhausted to focus on deadlines.

It was the week after the rioting, the looting and then that magical phase of unity of our communities; the moment the rainbows came out after the vicious storm. It was to be the most intensely meaningful time in our history.

A lot came out of that unfortunate time of unrest and I'm afraid it divided us a little bit more.

Last week I wanted to write about Showing up Authentically and what it means, I was in that euphoric state, as one is, I suppose, after surviving war. I wanted to pledge myself to the cause of speaking opinions honestly in a healthy way. Making decisions that align with values and beliefs.

I wanted to remind us to never give up on the pursuit of our passions.

I so wanted to share my understanding of the importance of listening to our inner voice. Allowing ourselves the space to be vulnerable and openhearted.

I wanted to introduce the concept of slow living and the importance of setting boundaries and walking away from toxic situations. That was what I wanted to say last week but this week, gosh, this week I am lost for motivations.

I'm sitting at my desk, shivering from cold-teeth jittering, sniveling and fully conscious of the realities. The world has spun on its axis, it's so hard to keep up as we spin round and round and round again.

As much as I'd like to wallow here in self pity, its not my intention. Things are challenging right now and maybe they will continue to be testing a bit longer so we need to brave ourselves against this challenge and push forward believing that this too shall pass.

We have been brave for so long, lets keep this up for a bit longer.