An old soul through the eyes of an infant

The initiation into motherhood has been so much more than I could ever have imagined. Yes it is what I though, yet So. Much. More. Today as I woke up to the cutest sounds of my daughter making sounds, I moved over to cuddle with her. She has started to do the most beautiful smile and giggle from one particular interaction we do and when we were both very content from our morning snuggles I started to feed her. As I was looking at her and enjoying the sight of her happy, healthy and nurtured, she looked back at me and I got this deep sense of an old wise woman looking back at me from within her. She is hands down the biggest teacher I have had about life and about myself. That sensation will probably keep evolving for the rest of my Earthly life. This profound eye gazing with this most marvelous being made me ponder about our souls and how they journey through many dimensions. Looking into the eyes of a very young child who has nothing but high vibrations and pure intentions, gave me a glimpse into the state we want to return to. 



Five years ago I probably wouldn’t have much to say about laundry, neither positive or negative. I’ve always had access to a wash machine and tumble drier and laundry was something that I did on a regular basis, no big deal. Since I started to frequently stay longer periods in West Africa I have really grown an appreciation for the laundry machine and hot water. In the Ivory Coast we boil water since only cold water is available in the tap. This is obviously not the truth for all households but for the vast majority it is. That is unless the water is cut for some reason, drought or political reasons, or you are in remote areas then you walk to a well and carry the water. That the water is cut happens rather frequently and in Bouak, where we are operating a Waldorf Kindergarten, the city had no water for over six months. Only if you have your own well you know there will be water in the tap unless the well is dry too.

This morning after starting the second machine I feel so much gratitude to have access to hot water and a laundry machine. And hanging the clean little outfits of my baby girl fills my heart with joy. However I’m already nostalgic at the ones she’s already outgrown.