What More Magic Do I Deserve?
When I arrived in Mexico City, I was met with a familiar symphony: the hum of Spanish conversations, the warmth of the sun filtering through my window, the scents of street food vendors, the buzz of the city: the promise of the dream I’d once dream to live a spacious life guided by community and creativity.
Ode: to the Gal in the Mirror
This place in the mirror has been sacred ground to fill with wonder and winding hips, wetness and weirdness in toe.
Little Things On the Way to Healing
Expertly rangling in the chaos into a mounted beast that carries me back to the space where this may have begun. Into the silent sanctuary, with air peppered with sorrow and grief. I sway sorting lullabies from spells, crooning softly in the waning moonlight. I collapse into 96 pieces of me and all the others I carry inside. I heal with a million little things on the path from now til then.
Meaningful Work
For a second, good news doesn’t feel so good when you can’t share it with the someone you want to share it with the most. Today would have been my dad’s 73rd birthday. And I’m feeling deeply connected to him in this time of transition and revelation.
Black Woman, Interrupted
I’ve been trying to wade through the deep sea of interruptions, the toll I pay economically, socially, spiritually, mentally, and generationally to be a proud Black woman.
Fear
If I can’t see what’s ahead for 2 miles, I’m definitely going into defensive granny mode. Especially at night. I’m one to slow down for every shadow and unseen curve.
This has been pretty true of the way I move throughout my life every day. I have a comparably low tolerance for uncertainty and chaos. I love spontaneity but only when it’s at a controlled pace. I want to call it to caution but it’s really just fear; fear that can sometimes cause me to forget how beautiful the chaos of life can be. And how often that chaos brings you to a person or thing that you love.