Bula

I’m Siteri, and I write essays, mostly about simple things that make up an ordinary life lived before God. I live in a small village in Nadi, in a tin house that heats up like a lovo pit most days.

For much of my life, I quietly carried the feeling that a hidden life was somehow a lesser one. Now, as I go through middle-age among the ordinary rhythms of village life, the Greek word ἔρημος (erēmos) has become a picture of the quiet spaces where God has met me most deeply: in quiet mornings as the night-dews melt in the rising warmth of the Fijian sun; birdsong outside my window; a breeze on a hot day; smiles and hugs from my nieces and nephews.

What you’ll find here

• Essays — short and long ones. Depends on my attention, and how good the internet connection is.
• Reading — I finish about forty books a year and write about two of them.
• Notes — short. A sentence, a paragraph, something overheard.
• Poems — occasionally.

Elsewhere

When I’m not writing, I like to walk barefoot around our backyard, go on photo-walks, have tea under a starry sky with my nieces and nephews, or simply enjoy a good book.

I am not on most things. You can write to me through my Contact page and I will answer, though rarely quickly.

Truly my soul silently waits for God; from Him comes my salvation.

Psalm 62:1