Hall of Dreams

Do People even read blogs anymore? It’s been years since I last shared. I believe I was trying to catch my breath each time I started to form a sentence. A deep, soul replenishing breath that I have been in pursuit of for so long. I have walked a few more hundred miles and I don’t know if I got a million on me, but I am still dreaming.

I celebrated year 37 in October. I am learning a new relationship with my grandparents since my last living grandmother passed in 2024. I released another album of which I am beyond proud. my students and i presented our very 1st public showcase. My oldest brother, Anthony, passed away in August of ‘25. I am in my 10th year of non-traditional education. So much joy and pain, ever-present with each other and many other countless milestones and checkpoints that will leave me forever changed.

Currently, I stand in the vast hall of my dreams. They are glittering, shimmering, and some are turning but not changing-just showing me their entirety. Some of my dreams have become clearer. There is presence over them- in them- a golden hue. They show me how much is possible and I know they shall be. I find that in this season I am not running from my depth and sensitivity, I am harnessing it as I run wildy into my most possible timeline. And this much I know to be possible in this year of divine assistance, if i live my most intimate confession -and with all my devotion- I will have my hearts desire.

May you run wildy into your Hall of your dreams.

Big Peace & Love to all the Brave people reading this,

Teddy the Brave