Trust is a beautiful place!


Trust is a beautiful place
Trust is a beautiful space meant to become home

I have felt it’s touch in the mornings
and the strength of its embrace at night
when the doubts have raged their troubled waters
and memories provoke it’s innocence

Trust stands firm, pure, and unshaken
not faintly deterred by my wandering eyes
nor driven away by my unbelief.
But as a patient and loving mother
Trust’s open arms remain
Ever present, ever waiting,
ever trusting that the day will finally come
when I will finally return home

Trust is my new home and it is a beautiful and spacious place.

Simple by Clarinda


© Clarinda Sishi



What you find while packing boxes!

There are boxes everywhere and I am hiding from all of them for a moment because my thighs are the sorest part of my body right now!

Preparing for Our Move

And it’s friday night! No one should be here packing on a Friday night. Unless…you are the husband and you are the superhero packing away after work while your wife puts her feet up for a bit! The only thing I am missing now is a glass of my favourite Amarula :). Note to self: “replenish Amarula for the new place as soon as possible”).

Despite the choas of packing and the humour of finding longlost items, I am enjoying going into forgotten corners of this house and finding memoirs from friends, projects the kids did, and gifts like the one below that my friend made for me almost three years ago.

Scrapbook of our UK Trip

It’s a scrapbook of our trip to London and Germany. A graduation trip, blended with seeing friends and very significantly meeting my sister in Germany for the first time.

As I am packing for our new home in a few days, I can’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for this journey we are on here in the US. This land our feet threads, upon, the lives we, encounter and scrapbooks of memories we are making and tucking away into our hearts.

I remember the words of a friend three years ago,when the prospect of a move to the US had not even entered our minds. She said: “I just know you are leaving on this trip and coming back to announce that you are packing your bags and going for good”. I remember laughing at her words, because they came at a time when nothing in the circumstances of our life gave any hint of that possibility. I will not forget that on that trip, I was madly in love with my man, delighted to have him to myself, without the kids and it seemed getting away, made us alive and we were reminded or our love for the nations and for reconciliation and celebrating people and places.

So here we are three years later. We did leave shortly after that UK/Germany trip and its been two years since we landed in the US. And as we pack up to move “next door”, I am remembering people and places far and near, and I am deeply deeply grateful for life in new spaces whilst cherishing the old ones. Life is full of surprises.

Maybe this year has new things in stored that have never even entered the realm of your imagination. I wonder what things will be purged out of our lives to make space for new ones. I wonder what new memories we will be capturing. I intend to own the space I am in. To savour everyday and be present in it, not wishing it away or discounting the gems it may bring.



Media Detox: Day 19,20,21

Jetlag has me up at 4:20am, as I write this catch-up post on the last three days of our family Media Detox. Although we had to finish off this Detox in separate continents, it was still a fulfilling sense of accomplishment to start something and finish off well.

The last three days were easy for us because we had so much going on that we had no time to think about the Detox. I was in Africa and my husband was holding the fort as a single parent with a hectic life. I remember calling slightly frantic days after the Detox when I realized that in the busy time we had not yet discussed our ‘After Detox Media Plan’. I had pictures of the kids vegging  out in front of the screen to catch up on 21 days of no screen time. To my surprise calling after several days of the Detox revealed that there was simply no time for that. I am hopeful that we are gliding into something new.

This weekend we will be discussing as a family what we each learned and gained from the Media Detox. I am keen to hear everyone’s insights. The kids will also be getting a dollar for every journal entry they made during the journey and we will go out and celebrate together.

Media Detox Day 18: In Flight Mode

Going on a long distance flight without movies is like going to the Cinema without popcorn and coke! Now before you get impressed with me for making a whole trip from US to Africa without the comfort of in-flight movie binging, let me tell you how it all happened.

When I gave my hugs and kisses to my husband and kids before leaving, I received their full blessing to pause my part of the Media Detox in light of the fact that, every mom deserves a break. Right? Besides what’s the point of having all that free time to kill, with no kids asking you “I need the bathroom”, or “are we there yet?”, if you can’t take a chill tablet and watch undisturbed movies  in that confined space on an airplane?Right? Exactly! I knew you would understand. 

Of course I must mention that I did take along with me my favourite decor magazines, George Orwell’s book, Animal Farm, as well as a book by Brother Lawrence called The Practice of the presence of God. In all honesty though, I took these along, as my backup plans. What I was really looking forward to was flipping through the menu of new movie releases.

So off I went. Boarded my flight. Got warm fuzzy  vibes at hearing familiar SA accents. Laughed to myself at the loud one in particular, who had to have been from Cape Town, and was thrilled to meet an older flight attendant taking his last trip before retirement after 39 years of service with S.A.A. 

Meal was served. Yummy as ever. Everything was going as smoothly as I had hoped. Until the moment I reclined my seat back, secured my back with the extra pillows from the empty seats next to me, and plugged the headphones in.

Alas, this is where the story because comically ironic. Because of all the places I could have sat, I sat where my own and surrounding headsets would not work. I smiled. Realizing that this was my way back into our Media Detox. 

So for the next over 14hours, I finished George Orwells book, got inspired by color and beautiful spaces in House and Liesure, discovered how Anne Mahlum(previously unknown to me), built a multimillion dollar gym in just three years, and was reminded of my hearts longing to draw ever closer to God.

I arrived after a safe trip and let my family know that I did not pause on the Media Detox, that in fact I was still right in it with them with just three more days to go.

Media Detox 16 and 17: Telling Stories

I remember as a child listening to so many folktales and stories, usually told at night whenever there was a power outage in the neighborhood. All the kids would gather around kerosine lanterns, as mothers and fathers took turns to share their favourite Anansi stories, made unforgettable by the songs that accompanied them, as well as the zeal with which the stories were told.

There was always a moral to the story, some great wisdom to be welcomed or great peril to avoid. I know that these beautiful childhood moments captivated my imagination and gave me a sense of mystery and wonder about the world. I know that these stories made virtues of honesty, generosity, courage and wisdom an attractive and noble pursuit.

We have been telling a lot of stories lately to our kids. Ed loves history and is so good at telling the stories in such a way that you feel you are right there and he is wetting the kids  and my appetite for more.

I have been telling the kids the story of my upbringing in Ghana and it’s been wonderful to see how engaged they have been hearing about my long playful childhood days and my favourite foods. Tonight instead of our usual bedtime story from a book, I told them the story of how their dad and I met, and time before their birth and they asked more questions than they have ever asked about that story. Such a rich time together.

We are not living in Ghana and we are unlikely to have a power outage that will force us to disconnect from all the noise of television and media. But it is my hope and desire that my kids will develop contentment in the simple things like the flickering lights from a candle and the familiar sounds of their parents sharing their stories.