Pondering My Rwanda Experience Part 6


The rhythm of life is not always found in the beat of a drum, but rather instead, in the ability to hit pause.

Standing here on this street in Kageyo, my soul dares smile.

Too often in life, we lose out on moments like these. We lose out on that next breath because we are trying too hard to out run that last breath.. or perhaps even out-think the next breath.

For so much of life, we miss so much of life.

How ironic, to speak of rhythm in the land of such, and yet here I stand on a street 9,000 miles away, and it is in this stillness, I begin to move.

Pondering my Rwanda experience


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