“Sawubona – I See You” – African Zulu Greeting

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

“Hello.” A greeting is an acknowledgement of the person we are meeting.

It is a word which unites us with another in our introductory moment.

However, if we pay attention to our thoughts, we may notice the background noise of judgment, insecurities, motives, and impression. It may be human nature to decide upon the “hello,” if that person is worthy of our attention and time; and this exchange is based on how we see ourselves before seeing anybody else.

“Sawubona,” is an African Zulu greeting which translates to, “I see you, and by seeing you, I bring you into being.” (Susan David). Sawubona provides an opportunity for us to turn off the background noise and to be present in the moment of introduction.

To see the person for who THEY are, unbiased of our opinions and judgement. It can provide a space for genuine connection in recognizing another’s presence in our life and vice versa.

When we acknowledge another person and bring them into being as themselves, it opens up the space for also be recognized as who we are.  The background noise of judgement and insecurities will fade and the gift of openness will allow for all parties to stay comfortable in their skin.

What a different world it would be if we all greeted one another with the Sawubona intention? To see another as themselves and to welcome genuine connection.


Hateful Heart

In a hateful heart
Lives a frightened soul
One that sees the world
Wearing a blindfold

In a hateful heart
Lives a lost dream
One that feels defeated
A battle told by screams

In a hateful heart
Lives a gleam of light
One that casts a shadow
Distracting days to night

In a hateful heart
Lives an untold ending
One whose path can change
When LOVE begins its mending

“Don’t Let People Pull You Into Their Storm. Pull Them Into Your Peace” – Kimberly Jones

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

Most of us are aware of the connection we have to one another. From the people we live with, to the people we work with, even to the people we engage with on social media.

This connection gives us the gift of empathy; to be able to relate and share one another’s feelings.  Feelings ranging from joy to pain; it allows us to participate in each other’s lives and gives us a sense of community.

Community is a beautiful thing, and although we are responsible for the energy we are contributing to this beautiful concept, we are also responsible in how we engage in the practice of empathy. How we react to the community’s climate and situations.

The splendor of empathy is sharing in the vulnerability someone is exposing. It is observing someone’s storm, but providing them with shelter. Not a compromising shelter, but a shelter in which they are introduced to an alternate view.

Maybe one from above their clouds – peace.

Maybe one from the front porch, where they are able to admire how the rains are providing their seeds with necessary life – peace.

Maybe one only made up of an umbrella, where dancing in these storms cleanses away all worries and is a melodic reminder that storms blow on by and soon will expose clear skies – peace.

Continue to engage. Continue the practice of empathy. Continue to pull a stormy climate into your peace. Community is a beautiful thing, and your contribution can make all of the difference. Contribute well.

A place in the world


Damascus, Syria
Because we don’t choose our place of birth

Some are born in hell on earth

Seeking  a place to belong

A place where they can sing their beautiful song

In hopes that one will take a listen

And hear the message in each note’s presence.

The message of love, the message of fear

The message of hoping to find a home here

It’s in that seeking one has to wonder

Why someone’s life is more of value than another

Where the death of one is humanistic

But a death of many is just statistic

And in the hopes to find this home

They leave behind all they’ve ever known

And trek along with a sea of souls

In search of safer dreams and goals

But the journey to freedom is met with resistance

Invisible borders challenge persistence

But the fear of returning to what is hell

Makes the journey to freedom something comforting to dwell.

For those born in better lands

Reach out and give a helping hand

Because we don’t choose our place of birth

It could have been you, born in hell on earth.
***dedicated to every refugee who has been forced out of their place of birth, their home, that one place in the world they’ve ever known***

I have deep respect for Doctors without borders. They are currently helping refugees and are also in Syria doing work. If there’s an interest to donate: http://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/country-region/syria