Warm heart

My heart is warm
Fuzzy
Mushy
Tingly
Bubbly
Whatever other word out there describing a soft, vulnerable, smiling heart. My heart feels warm. Excited but scared and anxious too....

He kissed me.

A wink melts the heart, a kiss is very intimate and a hug makes you surrender. A combination of a wink, kiss and a hug makes one weak.

I got a new dress today, very unexpected. Somebody gave me a dress.
This reminded me of the time I was young when I got a new dress, I would want to wear it there and then. When I got my new dress today, I wore it there and then. I was very very excited.
My heart was skipping and the child in me was awakened. I felt young, fresh, beautiful and loved. I felt special and everyone old me the dress looked good on me.

Later in the afternoon, I felt a strong conviction to go hug a friend across town, I wondered what was going on, I got a boda and rushed to Nakawa to give a friend a hug, it was special and while there I hugged one other friend that I had not talked to since June last year. I felt reckless and wild. I was jumping like a little girl. Ooh how joyful I was.

My heart was filled with Love, peace, joy aaahhh.... Beautiful day. I was very happy.

That's how I know He had kissed me.
God had kissed me, gave me a glimpse of heaven. Placed love in my heart and loved me. Lifted me up and set me free.
My chains are gone
I have been set free
My God my savior has ransomed me.
Amazing Grace.

God winked at me, kissed me and hugged me. I am In his Loving arms forever.
I feel like a teenager who has been kissed by the boy she had a crush on.
Ooh Beautiful, Beautiful

I Love his Kisses.

Silence. Stillness. Quietness.

It is first march 2017,  at the beginning of the year,  silence filled my heart,  quietness filled my soul. As if a stillness captured me.  It all seemed lifeless untill yesterday....
I realised, in silence He speaks,  in stillness he moves and in quietness do i hear him clearly.
When there is so much noise around me and within me,  its hard to get to that place of quietness, silence and stillness. 
At first it seemed awkward,  along the way i realised the noised from both within and without were clouding up my heart, mind and ears from hearing and feeling his prescence and love. His embrace.
Who have you listened to Haryet?  A friend asked me yesterday.  This question took me back to silence.
In silence i listened to my heartbeat. In silence i heard my desire and longing for more of him and less of me.
I long for the silence to fill my heart.
The quietness to fill my soul.
The stillness to fill my whole being.

Mourning

Have you ever mourned what you never had?
You think you had it, but the reality is it was never there.
We think we have friendships going on or relationships or even pregnancies or a job, but they have never really existed.
"Hope deferred makes the heart sick... Proverbs"
My heart detected a threat, my mind down played it.
Ooh how well packaged it was and still is, yet it's not what it says it is.

I have tried to find good in this but this time I have failed, it's all a scam, an empty shell that needed to fix it's self.
I am angry. Mad and disappointed. Maybe I don't have to be but I am.
I hate "fake" and worst of all, I hate it when "fake"  makes me feel worthless and useless.
When I allow you to get into my life,  it's a privilege for me to know another soul and the mistake I make is to trust you completely,
I don't know how to write this. I don't like that my heart is in this state that I can't even  clearly express myself.
I am mourning something that I thought I had but really never had.  A friend. "

Not the Board Again

"Not the Board again Haryet, I am tired of looking at the white board." Said one of the youth.
OK.... Puzzled at her statement and facial expression, I asked for the board to be hidden.
"I go to school so they can say, she went to school." said another youth
"school is boring Haryet." said another youth.

I walk into my office and there they are seated.  I asked them what they were doing here and why they are not at school.
"We are home haryet and we are tired of school " they said.

What is going on with" formal school"?  What exactly is happening there.
Has it lost its value or have the youth been suppressed.?
I think it is time to use the Board of Nature to teach.
After that discussion, it led me to ask what they really wanted. Many of them wanted to watch movies.
Yes movies.

I was surprised too,  see acting is not taught in school neither is it celebrated at all yet we all love movies.
Right now "Queen of katwe" is being watched by almost everyone apart from me, when I asked them what movie they wanted to watch, they mentioned it.

Isn't it time to teach youth more than just the white board does?
What is the difference between Talent, gifts, passion and profession?

A Letter to Me.

Haryet,
By the way, what date could it be today?
Well, I also thought so, buy does it have to be April 23rd before I can appreciate God for a life special that He brought into this world?
A life that has barely lived for itself but others, a life full of love with deeds that remind me that God never rested, there are hearts and hands He still uses and works through.

Haryet,
Thank you for putting a smile on my face, thank you for putting smiles on many faces.
If I were asked to define friendship, I would simply pick you and present you. Because within you, I discovered the true meaning of friendship.
You Never cease to amaze me because your love still glows even when you are angry. 
People rarely treasure the gifts they have in their hands but with you it's hard because your love shines so bright that everyone notices.
I may not be able to celebrate your birth, but definitely, you have given me a reason to always celebrate your life.
Surely good and perfect gifts only come from above, and where else could you have come from but above?
You  will never know how many lives you have blessed. But allow me represent them all by saying THANK YOU.
Enjoy your life, from Davis S. G, with LOVE.

Let it Be

"What kind of music plays in your heart when you learn that part of loving is knowing when to allow another to walk away?" asked Alan Jones.
I will tell you what kind: The sweet and painful little aria "Let it be"

That song is playing in my heart. The sweet and painful song... "Let it  be?"  what does that even mean? Is there such a thing as let it be? 
At this moment it is more painful than sweet. This one hit me so hard I didn't expect it but who again ever expects such pain.
Those who participate in change must participate in death... I suck at transitions and change is painful for me. It is death.

Death of a friend, a sentiment or an attachment something connected to you dies and definitely something in you dies.
Through this I have learnt that there is always life after death.
During the time of that change and death, life is evolving, there is something new sprouting out of the person experiencing death. You can't be the same as you were before. You become new. Completely new somehow.

I also learnt that because there are changes every single second, there is death every single second and therefore there is new life every second too.
That said, the art of learning to dance to the tune of pain and sweet is a continuous process because it is part of our life and that makes the tune "Let it be"  make more sense.

"Let it be" to me right now sounds like breath, a part of me that I can not control or even comprehend.
"Let it be"  is a reckless move made by the one who actually let it be. God.
I have come to the end of my rope, I am done trying to let it be I am dropping it and just falling knowing the one that Let it be will catch me, hold me because I know His arms are always underneath.
I will "Let it be"