My ancestors, my loves, and my prayers are gathered safely behind a sturdy wooden door. This place is my soul's center.
Thursday Confessional
Thursday Confessional
Answering Our Forgotten Prayers 1. When my career was in free fall, I started writing to have something to do. 2. More than merely cathartic, it became my operating system for processing my world. 3. I love writing. 4. I rarely go a day without writing, or ideating about it. 5. When it came time …
Thursday Confessional
Oooops... 1. So busy being about it and forgot to talk about it. 2. Had confirmation from a mentee that availability for Divine assignments is all that is required. 3. This is it. There is No dress rehearsal. 4. Be grateful.
Monday Musings…
We worry too much. We worry about affording that which we desire, rather than considering whether the things we desire are good for us. We worry about having time to fit it all in, rather than thoughtfully considering what is really important, ruthlessly editing those things that are not. We worry about impressing people with …
Thursday Confessional
When... ...the pain of staying where you are is worse than moving to someplace new, temporally, literally, spiritually......you can feel hear the committee that meets in your head gathering for a meeting AND you no longer care......you can be frustrated in the moment and choose to actively let that frustration go......you actively choose joy, even …
Thursday Confessional
Joy. 1. I am reading Lamentations to better understand it. 2. My gratitude study is over. My pursuit is not. 3. This week I learned that confrontation can be a bridge. The damage we do ourselves is worse than trusting the process. This lesson I will remember. 4. I am learning personal restorative justice. 5. …
Thursday Confessional
Sunday is the Christian Superbowl. It's almost time for Alleluia, TGBTG.
Redefining Who I Am
Black like the night, deep like the seas, perfectly made, Imago Dei. This is who I am. Get used to it.
You Weren’t Born This Way
Even in my evolving, liminal state, I do best to keep my mind and eyes open, and my mouth shut. That is one of Cara Meredith's lessons, far more gently put. Bridge building is an act of redemption, and I learned from her as I read.
God. She’s Black. I Have Receipts.
I met God. She's Black. I have holy receipts. Lord, reveal in me that which is being unleashed? What door, hidden in the grass like this key waiting to be found, are You calling me to walk through?
