I wonder. . . do you rest? What do you answer to that keeps you from rest? What makes rest feel like an obstacle? What makes rest feel like a bad habit? What is contributing to your idea about YOUR self care and WHY does it have such a strong hold on you? These are questions I have asked myself recently.
Read MoreYou see, the question became “ Do I trust the gift or do I trust expensive standards and posh norms?” It was also a matter of honoring the piles of intentions that were locked away and packed too tightly for me to be focused on giving a living account of them. . . Time is moving. Give the gift you have in the way that you want to give it.
Read MoreI dedicate this first, full, official teaching effort from this concluded first-year at a new school, to my great aunt. Thank you Auntie.
Read MoreIn this environment I learned to dream and fantasize. In the evenings I would watch the birds fly over head and imagine they were students on their way home from school and that I had been their teacher. -Minnie Lee Holmes Bradwell
All year long, i’ve been talking about catching a vibe this summer. Ha! The universe was like, “aite, bet!” and there I was in South GA, whimpering in the pasture like a devastated child. The category is vibes and the answer is “HEAL.” I didn’t go out of the country, or to a festival, and I damn sure didn’t procure a summer body. So y’all won all that for yourselves. Congrats. Whatever came with summer, I missed it. (I mean, caught the last 5 minutes of Pride but time FLEW!) I did heal though and I suppose there is more to do.
Read More“Anxiety does not rule today. I’m having fun today I’m gonna live today. And I am going to be my best self and meet sweet people I’m going to dance today and I will not let anything break my soul and I will not let anything distract me from the beautiful day that is before me because I will never ever get it back.” I mumbled these sentiments repeatedly in one way or another before parking. .
Read MoreOur creativity is fueling more than likes and shares on instagram feeds; it’s guaranteeing us safe passage as we navigate the rocky terrain. Artists -performance, visual, problem solvers, and spoken artists- urge the human race forward. Don’t knock the incessant downloads of ideas- those little things manifest and help you to lead with a clarity with which only artists take move.
Read MoreI speak of the ones who have been holding on to that one ballon walking through the battlefield. I speak of the ones clutching their seed tightly in the palms of their hands, holding their dreams -refusing to believe that any of this is all there really is.
Read MoreFeeding on a million stories, nourished by a million possibilities. I’ve been dancing with poets and artists, making new friends, reclaiming the time that has been redeemed. It feels right. It feels just.
Read MoreWhen has creating ever been something to clock into? And the heaviness? Well, in stillness, it came to me. I have been dragging unfinished and unmet ideas and goals into the start of each new week since I was in high school.
Read MoreI feel it may be love calling to me. Inviting me to be centered and stop trying to balance it all. It reminds me to simplify. It reminds me to let go of what i’m clenching and trust. Trust love and no one else-except they be a vessel of love. To cry and quit and agonize freely in its presence and then be reborn.
Read MoreI want to be operating at max potential-not max pressure, but max potential. I know what dormancy feels like. It is unsettling and quite unbearable. . . moldy lethargy, breathless. Dr. Angelou said “the deepest agony bearing an untold story inside yourself.” I have to tell it-not because I need relief, but because it is who I am and I am who I am because of what is expressing itself through me.
Read MoreOur days have been bogged down with world tragedy, harmful rhetoric, sad news, devastating loss and broken bonds with loved ones, and dodging the fast paced world of social media and come ups and icky rat race stuff. But there was a light waiting for me. A wish for me-not to me, but for me. Something I wanted. Something I needed. And grabbed it. It was like catching a butterfly. And it made me feel seen and it made me grow tall.
Read MoreAt times, I question daily my undertakings and how I undertook them. I wonder if I might be better off living in another country and leaving these stark shifts behind. The thing is, I have been thinking they are what tie me to my liberation. But liberation cannot be bound and the pursuit of it is a charge I hope to keep.
Read MoreI don’t have to live in fear of it going up in flames. It’s not a fluke! This is real life in real time. And I can share without fear of impending doom.
Read MoreTo start, I survived. Often turning my face to the wall and resolving to die. But every time- every single time- I was greeted by some strange hand. Some billowing voice with a resounding message of hope.
Read MoreWell, here we are. Huddled at the foot of 2020. All our prayers, all of our pleas, grievances, victories, come-ups, and setbacks. And with just a couple of days before we head into 2021, I have found one thing to be true; for this year or any year to come, the only way we can make it out alive is . . .
Read MoreI don’t know who needs this, but YOU ARE THE ALGORITHM.
Read MoreRainy days, gray days, storms-that’s my groove.
You may hate the rain, but someone else is thriving in it! Hmm. . .reminds me of a certain political point in recent history.
Read MoreI find it odd how we wrestle to disassociate from our present realities. “It couldn’t quite possibly be this bad for us could it? This happens on the news-in other places- not here.” When we do acknowledge our frightful experiences, we want a gold medal. We want everyone to see and we secretly think we have paid our dues.
We have played around with status and hierarchy for far too long. We elevate ourselves above the other without a second thought. And for a time, we sat divided in our social circles that we’ve fancied so dearly, divided by race, religion, celebrity, and economic status. That gnarly ego keeps us in a state of shock until as last, on some strange morning, we are able to look at ourselves as a person among the people.
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