Mary Coulson, the “Lady of the Woods,” and one of the people who inspired my life.
A lonely flower blooms on the fence of Restart.
Bougainvillea is a very popular plant in Kenya and lends it’s bright colors to almost any terrain.
I actually took this photo in my room after returning from Restart. Here is the infamous red kikoi featured in “La Tzigane.”
The bush terrain around Restart is alluring in it’s own way.
The precipice of a road winding down the foothills of the Abedares into the Rift Valley.
One goat, two goat, white goat, brown goat.
A little girl asked me if she could use my camera and took this picture. I don’t think she had touched a camera before, but the result was amazing.
The view from outside my apartment.
A corner of many curious little lines of shops that line many rural Kenyan roads.
Rolling, light-touched crests and falls of the Rift Valley.
The children at Restart keep each other entertained with all sorts of hand games.
There are so many beautiful flowers around the campus of Restart.
Football (soccer) is a huge part of the lifestyle at Restart. Here are the boy’s cleats all lined up.
The main building of Restart. Dances, fashion walks, and all sorts of shenanigans happen here.
My dad and Kim the Taxi jumpstart the broken down car that will take me to Gilgil.
This picture (and others like it) were taken in the mirror above the sink in my Gilgil apartment. I often would look into this mirror, inquiring into the reflection I saw.
Farmland on the drive from Limuru to Gilgil.
A motorbike speeding along in a grove of giant acacia trees.
An acacia tree with Lake Naivasha in the background.
Green dragon under moon.
A yellow fever acacia tree.
Jacaranda trees are very common in Nairobi and across the Rift.
One of the gates on the way to Restart. Normally cows bask in the sun in the adjacent pasture.
The clouds sweep over the Earth.
Elie and Sarah walk to Restart.
A broken window, a twisted identity.
Mary’s dining room.
Birds on a line.
Who knew that empty water tanks could be so much fun?
Hanging laundry outside my apartment on the second floor.
The skies are grey over the rolling farmland of the Rift.
Nicole, Elie, and Sarah laughing as some of the little ones tumble through the grass.
Some amaranth and raisins for breakfast!
A little boy stands before a volleyball game.
Madonna and child.
Christmas presents for the children at Restart!
More arts and crafts by Sanata.
An acacia grove standing alongside the road.
Nicole aligns with the universe as colors come together in a whimsical moment of time.
A pop of color caught by the morning sun.
A shoe made by Sanata. They even custom-made me a pair for my little pixie feet!
There are beautiful flowers in each and every corner of the world.
The old Restart truck, also known as the “royal carriage of Langalanga.” From the back of this truck we always had scenic and interesting tours of the city, including the time a man on a motorbike threw a chicken at us.
The sink in my apartment.
The campus of Restart is very well-thought out, providing lots of green space for children to play on.
Maize growing next to the highway.
Listening, watching, wondering.
A rainbow of thread.
A petrol station at one of the little towns along the highway.
An early morning outside of Mary’s driveway.
“I LOVE RESTART”
The sun suddenly illuminated Nicole, giving her a halo. This was taken during one of our very bumpy rides in the back of the pickup truck.
The view from inside the Restart Bus.
“Think not what you are… But what you can become.”
Restart Africa also features a medicinal plant project in which the knowledge of healing herbs is preserved.
Part of the quote on the wall in the main room of Restart, which echoes the founding philosophy.
Many everyday objects spring to life as playmates.
An acacia next to the road to Restart.
On one of my last days at Restart, it rained so hard that even the second-story floors were flooded.
A wrong dive.
The giant orange Restart bus, used for field trips.
We all reach for something, but what is it?
Some of the jewelry that the women in Sanata make.
The Sanata women’s group designs all sorts of beautiful and eclectic pieces.
Mary’s house, drenched and caressed by vines and indigenous flowers.