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My soul cries out!
Afternoon bath to render an ending place for this incessant tears.
Amen.
Let’s get it girl.
May God bring us the comfort and determination and the quiet place that we needed. The most may he cocoon us against any misfortune and distraction, and as he said, and may he solidify the intellect, the audacity and the further and honor to release ourselves into this form direction.
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Art of personal myth-making update
New library card
This week I’m adjusting my everything to accommodate this new job while my mind and body are reminding me of grief anniversaries and the ache for more rest. The sudden snowstorm and colder weather is making it harder to stay more alert and motivated in being physically present in the corporate space. But I am thankful to have something to differentiate with and assert more for.…
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Happy Heavenly Birthday Dad
November 21, 2020 -you transitioned.
Happy birthday dad- March 21
2021 March 20th, we laid your body to rest.
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Today you would have been 68 years old.
Thank you for your life. Your legacy will live on.
Four years now since you died and I can say the grief journey is different. I can hold space for the ache of your physical presence not being in this world no matter how far apart it…
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Lie on the ground
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I reflect on the days in my parents’ home when I would be brooding and lamenting the woes of my life in a melancholy manner. I would be playing music that coated that feeling, Billie Holiday, Les Miserables, The Pogues, Prince, other jazz and blues greats and folkly music. The touch of my body on the floor was grounding in placing myself in my body. The…
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Bones and the Density of Air
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This is a story about a girl whose insides were empty and every person that she met would give her something so she would be able to fill up a piece of herself. So they gave her the bone for her big toe. The next person gave her the bone for her next toe. Next person gave her the bone for the next toe, and the next toe, and the next person and the next toe,…
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I don’t believe in traditional Diversity, Equity, Inclusion and Belonging (DEIB).
I think of Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness”, the scene where Marlow visits Belgium to get his appointment and calls it a “The “Whited Sepulchre”, a biblical reference of how a person uses goodness a facade to mask their insidious beliefs and acts. Building upon it is building on death and foundational evil powers. I don’t believe in the formative practice of DEIB now, nor do I see real…
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What is the impact for writing?
Define your purpose
Writing is a practice. It is a source of uncovering aspect of information and internal communication. In Journalism, you’re taught to always use the 5 w’s in your intro paragraph. Writing with a purpose elicits this. Without a contextual meaning it can be fluff, unless you mean to write just to add to the noise. I think asking yourself, what’s the reason for my words or what…
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Heavenly Father
Whatever you want to say the world is just the world is just a lot right now. Heavenly father whoever you call out to call out to them because the power of prayers, the power of peaceful lamentation near afar is really what is at the quarter of this conflict. Israel and Palestine is a tale as old as time at this point and no talking pieces is really going to bring more to it more than just…
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My God is a beacon on my heart
I am.
I will.
I seek.
I cry.
I am all here in this world with the ferocious binding of my parents prayers and hopes.
I lament out my ache for my brothers and pray for God to bring forth the unbreakable relationship that sibling love and dedication can imprint on.
I stand in the space for my sisters and pray that they know how much I love and respect them for the way they lead in their…
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As one of my favorite podcasters say, “It’s Diane Keaton season,” – Xavier (XD) D’Leau.
It’s the beginning of Fall. I am nearing the end of my sick leave with work. I have been able to really rest and bring up my sleep deprivations.
I have really centered my full health from physical, mental, psychological and emotional. I have nourished my spirit. I feel more open to my nervous system and…
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PSA for all the productivity driven people!
Vladimir Nabokov
Has your body ever quietly Shouted at you?
Sit down and face your front?
Be still and know.
A sabbatical from my nervous
I do not have the capacity for that today.
A chat with a dear friend while allowing the tears to come out was needed this afternoon.
The slow morning. Staying in bed until 10am. Standing in front of my bathtub willing myself to get in and wash my body…
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Snapshot of my Sunday night
At the event this early evening, my good good Judy kept calling me a content creator with how I was taking photos and that comment felt good to hear.
So here’s me showing my dookie braids.Showing my evening journaling by candle light and softer lights.I have eucalyptus oil diffusing off in the corner.
My skincare tonight included tea tree oil for all the outside radicals that I encountered.The…
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Just keep rolling
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Just keep rolling.
The prompt for today’s writing craft class.
Hmm
Just keep rolling.
I need a balm upon my heart.
I need a balm upon my body
I need a balm upon my pride and self respect.
I need a balm upon my allowance for grace.
I need balm to sink into a new energy for productivity with all of these creative ideas and tasks ahead.
There is a…
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When Breath Becomes Air -Paul Kalinithi
A seasonal read. Family, humanity, health, literature and science. The vulnerability of this man during his cancer journey is astounding. You sit with it and it carries you in this melchanlony daze that leaves you more appreciative of the impermanence of life.
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Spring Writing is in session
I take pride in the life, I am creating.Paying attention to my cues in joy, tenderness and love is comforting and a marker for building up confidence and trust, especially in decision-making.Grief and covid stunted this side of myself more than past trauma did as I had found coping mechanisms to lead a life with melancholy as my second mind.
In this season, my words will be the ash of my…
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Booklust is my unconditional love.
I’ve been incubating at home nursing this infection.
I’ve slept most of the day and for an active person it feels good but weird lol.
I’m dressed and the sun is shining. My mood needs sunshine. I think back to my childhood and the anticipation I felt when thinking of genres and books to read. Buying books, living out days in libraries. The lure of reading enriched the life I had. I was in awe…
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Dear Hubby,
I’m sitting at this coffee shop now. Imagining a day spend blissfully in town, drinking coffee as we look longingly in each other eyes, essence of last night romp lingering on our minds and remembering in our light touches.
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