You will forever be that forbidden poem that I will never write, but whose words will dance and sing in my heart. I will go on to write many pieces, for that is what makes me feel connected to humanity. But that poem is sacred...
Category: love
Prose: The Audacity to Prevail
"...As we breathe in what has been, we exhale into existence the blessings, the power and the audacity to prevail..."
What name have you given your storms?
Show yourself respect for getting through the storms in this season of your life in the best ways you knew how. You are still here. That means that you have been given the opportunity to learn from your experiences and carve out a new path, if it is required. As Mother Maya reminds us, “Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.”
It’s Ok If You Can’t Do This.
As I sat there attempting to complete a task that I had done numerous times for myself but totally baffled all the molecules in my body right then, it all came flooding at me. The pandemic. The divorce. The isolation. The uncertainty. The exhaustion. The expectations. All of it. Then, I heard myself say the words I have been feeling for years: I can’t do this.
Love, “The Dream” & Healing Our Worlds
On this day, the day before we honor the life and legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and all those that fought with him, re-member the relationship between justice, liberation and love (and the fact that all 3 start at home).
The Next Divine Assignment
My mom...did not come to this world filled with fear. However, when her purpose, joy & talents were constantly undermined...She could no longer access that thing hidden deep down in her soul that others could not see & only she & the Divine cultivated.
Poem: Love is Our Reality
What happens when the warmth of a new day, a new joy, a new will emerges? Emerges and re-minds and re-members and re-calls us back to love? Re-news our minds and re-minds us that we are loved?
What Are the Stories of Your Petals?
As I hear Tupac’s truth through his beautiful metaphor of the rose that grew from concrete, while taking in both Nikki’s associated poem and the quote about change; I am led to the only question I have for us: What are the stories of your petals?
Poem: She Stays
She stay creating transforming destruction into art. She stay owning what she does and all that she is and stay giving from her heart.
The Creases of Collective Trauma: Reflections from 9/11
Reflecting on that day as I enter my second semester back at the institution I left in February 2002 (five months after living through a family tragedy); I think about the importance of just showing up just as we are. Not perfect. Not knowing what the hell to do at times. The simple act of showing up with our imperfect selves and having enough courage to love another person in pain. I have a faint memory of “Stolen Moments” when my colleagues and I would take a break to shed our own tears, breathe, hug each other, then go back to supporting our students. On that day, we felt like we were all we had. And, what we had to offer was more than enough.
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