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Everything I grabbed sparked joy.
The coup de grâce was seeing a bright yellow and red label that said: BROOKLYN BABKA! Oh my! I almost turned into a shaking puddle right there in the aisle. Pure joy! I’ve been trying to figure out when I can get to NYC for a few days just to eat and walk around the city.
Bodies of water are rejuvenating, envigorating, life-affirming.
The push and pull of the waves. The retreat and reach of foam caps. The way the water ripples and shimmer as it stretches into the horizon, connecting with heaven at the end of our sight and with our feet planted on the earth at the beginning of our frame of vision.
I had to stop and ask myself, “Who does their advice benefit?” Then more specifically, “How does this advice benefit me?”
As presented to a kindergarten class.
This week, Alvin Ailey began its first ever virtual season and, I must say, I’m here for it! https://youtu.be/rytr2C3sK1U Though I’m not one for tradition, one of the staples of my annual holiday routine was attending an Alvin Ailey show while living in New York City. One year, I even went in July when theyContinueContinue reading “Holiday Delight: Alvin Ailey’s Virtual Season!”
The Mountain Sometimes we focus on the mountain. We become fixated on the seemingly insurmountable obstacle we would never even dream of overcoming. Ironically, it’s the self-defeating language we speak to our inner selves that leads to poor imagination. We predetermine we are not able to do, to conquer, to overcome what is before usContinueContinue reading “Don’t Psych Yourself Out!”
Her response to her image gallery was, “Thanks for all your hard work! I see sickness in most of my photos…. I choose the ones I like…. I ask that you delete the rest.” I think her images and her comments add a great deal to the larger conversation of Black Womanhood in America. How we internalize our grief and disappointment. How they solidify and weigh us down in a deep abyss of cyclical suffering. How we can become incapable of seeing pass that one thing (situation, heartbreak, betrayal) that first knocked us down.
Her response to her image gallery was, “Thanks for all your hard work! I see sickness in most of my photos…. I choose the ones I like…. I ask that you delete the rest.” I think her images and her comments add a great deal to the larger conversation of Black Womanhood in America. How we internalize our grief and disappointment. How they solidify and weigh us down in a deep abyss of cyclical suffering. How we can become incapable of seeing pass that one thing (situation, heartbreak, betrayal) that first knocked us down.
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