It is heading to 7am and I am basking in the glory of muted chaos for a minute to deliver this reflective piece. Forgive me for the coming typos as this can't be edited. That is because of the unpredictability of my next cluster headache attack might be.

For the last one week I have endured a series of banging clusters. Grief seems to be taking all forms of illnesses. I have battled pneumonia for three weeks and I feel much better though my chest keeps getting this sharp pain when I inhale cold air. 

And Nairobi weather can be very versatile.

Change is here. 

It has evolved into enough opportunities. I feel like the universe is extending a balm for the extreme pain fate brought. Have you ever experienced love and understanding whilst going through hell? I feel it. People are just being kind and it's helpful in so many ways. 
 
Farming is back in my life. I have a small piece of land and readily available water and as a part of my healing, I want to farm fungi and my own vegetables. I might have a hen or two and a few lambs. The Natural Medicine gang better be ready for my posts.

Crypto is taking control of everything else. 

Firstly, I am a part of Creative Coin Fund team now. The quest to sprinkle poetry to every corner of the chain is about to begin and I can't wait. Can you introduce me to your poet friends as we wait? And do you hold some #CCC? 

Some of my posts will be technical and cryptonized henceforth. My posts usually lean on the poetic and reflective pieces side.

DeFi and NFTs are currently huge interests of mine. As I am now realizing, if I paid more attention to everything when Steemit was introducing me to the chain three years ago, Id be financially stable right now. Poetry has been a tough sell so in-depth cryptography would've spiced things up a whole lot.

Emotionally. I am a wreck. 

Chasing healing in the midst of grief is like chasing a deadly storm. I am shifting in between the enthusiasm of learning something that will determine my financial future, the idea of eating something I have planted while reconnecting with mother earth, the grief that came with my losing my old man, the inability to understand some things plus this overwhelming curiosity about everything.

And when I  say everything I mean;

Myself.
A few souls. 
Art.
Farming.
Crypto.

So you see, September begins on a chaotic note. The drums on my feet might leave my body happily moving but I also know that the grief in my heart will be randomly asking for slow dances. Won't you heal with me?

<sub>**wambuku w.**</sub>

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