Coexistence

Part European, Part African.

Part powerhouse, part disabled.

Part giver, part trauma survivor.

A Grand-Child of the Resistance, a product of French colonialism.

Someone who jumps over obstacles and must surrounder to pain, motionless in the dark.

An individual shaped by a constellation of borrowed experiences from relatives of blood or heart of all colours, cultures and social conditions.

The one mixed person in the family who “passes” as white and does not have to worry about racism.

A lover of nature and revolution who lives in a city without trees nor dreams.

A rock who can’t stand the sight of a wildlife documentary without tears, for she fears she isn’t doing enough.

A woman in her mid-thirties navigating the joy and doubts it brings to question the rules dictated to her gender and create her own narrative.

With me, what you see isn’t what you get.

Actually, when is it that what we see is the full story? We are all so much more than we appear.

Join my friends Aziza, Elik, Katja and myself as we start exploring the meaning of co-existence. Co-existence with different parts of our selves and co-existence with the wilder world.

Check out our first Clubhouse event here.

I am a 30 something learning to explore my thoughts daily by typing them on a keyboard. I write about what I observe, learn and ponder. You can expect to read about change and love, as we all need a better self and world to live in as much as we need to take the time to appreciate the gift and journey of life.

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