Leslye MooreWhat’s Growing In Your (Inner) Garden?Gardens are metaphors for our inner world— that which we tend to flourish. What we ignore manifests in an overgrowth of unwanted weeds…Apr 25, 20222Apr 25, 20222
Leslye MooreA Girl And Her MacheteI was prey as a young muzungu, a foreigner, living out in the African bush. Prey for men, prey for poisonous snakes, pythons, hippos and…Apr 18, 20221Apr 18, 20221
Leslye MooreGhosts, Ancestors & Mythical CreaturesWe live in an ocean of energies most human senses cannot perceive. We perceive just a fraction of the layers of the very lively reality all…Mar 14, 2022Mar 14, 2022
Leslye MooreThe Lightning ThrowersIt was 1990 during the rainy season in the former equatorial Zaire (now D.R. Congo) that sits squarely on the equator. It was easy to tell…Mar 3, 2022Mar 3, 2022
Leslye MooreAnts In My PantsLiving in Africa, I always felt like something intended to kill me, be it venomous snakes, parasites, my motorcycle, lightning, or hippo…Feb 28, 20222Feb 28, 20222
Leslye MooreThat Time When I Was A Dowry Offering…In January 1990, I was twenty-two years old, a Peace Corps agriculture extension volunteer. I lived in a small hut made of mud and edingwe…Feb 25, 20222Feb 25, 20222
Leslye MooreThis Magical LifeLife is made magical not by mind-bending tricks, rather by the oft unwitnessed mundane. The unfurling of petals on a blooming daisy, the…Feb 23, 20221Feb 23, 20221