We all have the right, and the capacity, to Love (God). We simply need to grant ourselves permission.
Life in the time of COVID-19
Arriving at Myself (a Metaphor for Owning Your Life with Grace, Which may not be for Everyone)
The key to this game of life is loving all of yourself, even as you continually evolve. Yeah, not only am I a grown woman, I am a grown-ass African-descended Queen, beloved of an Omnipotent God.
Thursday Confessional
This year, and I've said this before, I'm taking NO Ls. I am reclaiming my my peace and my power.
Needing to Learn Patience and Trust
This morning, I read a Chinese proverb that reminded me that "one joy scatters a hundred griefs." My next thought was, "what can I do today to bring myself joy? I ask that question every morning. I will ask it, upon rising in gratitude, each morning for the balance of my days. I suggest you do the same.
Why We Need Sabbath
"If God be our God, He will give us peace in trouble." That peace is Sabbath.
31 Days of Liminality
I jumped, praying that the ground would rise beneath me, or at least that mmt winds would erupt. Either way, I did not fall.
31 Days of Liminality
Requiem; Here and Gone I've said often, my grandmother lives in me. In many ways, I am more like my mother than my Granny, but Lucille lives in me. I Love Fiercely It was always clear to us that we were sheltered. We were bathed in the glow of her pride, the warmth of her …
31 Days of Liminality
Wrestling Back My Peace In crisis, how do you define your faith? Having weathered multiple storms, I've learned... WARNING-you may need to clutch dem pearls… Fb/the idealist Everybody can't handle storms. When they come, if I ain't crying, nobody else gets to. I Do Not Have Time to Hold any Hands. It means that ish …
31 Days of Liminality
Each morning, I give thanks that I have earned a tomorrow, but I’m neither waiting nor wasting. Our present is all we have, and even that is not promised.
31 Days of Liminality
In making my peace with present-day matters of race, gender, and power in America; in finding a way through my disappointment, frustration, and fear, I had to embrace that as a woman of African descent in modern American, my life has very little value.
