“Love is the most spiritual thing that there is” said Roxane. Notes on—seasons, fear, love, loss, giving and alignment. This has been the happiest, most loving and most creative season of my life. This was a year I thought I would not survive. Three months ago, I was at my wits end with life. I didn’t have anything to give. Literally nothing. I didn’t have anything to give to show people I loved them. I didn’t even have time, emotional or spiritually capacity. I was absolutely exacerbated by life. I remember thinking to myself, life is not suppose to be this painful. I remember the day my car got repossessed.…
A New Year’s message.
DOWNLOAD AUDIO VERSION I keep reckoning, over and over again with myself, that I have not protected myself. That this time I want to learn the lesson. Not from hurt, harm or danger in the physical-emotional sense. But from the unguarded use of myself at and to the will of others. How I have relinquished my own power and shrunk in such duality to prop up other people, to make other people feel comfortable and to meet the needs of somebody else. What happens to a person whose chasing purpose, community and love at cost to themselves? What do you compromise, when you compromise yourself? Notes on self-love, capacity, community…
A Love Letter to Fat Black Women
I have been fat my whole life. I don’t ever remember a time where my weight was not an issue. Nope, not ever. Recently, I learned that folks that suffer trauma repress a lot of memories and protectively forget harmful ones. So conveniently and self-lovingly I can’t remember a whole lot growing up. But, from the time I was about eight years old until now, I’ve known fat to mean something ugly to a lot of people. Fat was always something you called people as a means to demean them, never to compliment. At eight years old I went on my first diet. I will never forget…
I’m so proud of you, me.
Play and listen along. For my niece Jania. Almost three months ago now I resigned from my job with the local government. With that came a lot of questions from others about why and why now. I didn’t have a whole lot of answers and honestly didn’t feel the need to explain beyond, “God said”. For the first time in my life, I didn’t ask anyone what they thought I should do. I didn’t tell a soul, not even my closest friends I was quitting. I didn’t want anyone’s opinion or to talk myself out of God’s plan. After I sent that email to my boss, I felt so…
Self love is a spiritual practice
Notes on my seven year journey of loving myself. Buy a Self Love Playbook
Sometimes I still feel unworthy
**Trigger warning this includes stories about adult and childhood sexual abuse** Play and listen along I‘ve avoided writing this because I didn’t feel like crying today. But this week of mercury[merchurry] retrograding has triggered tf out of me. Reminded me of the traumas that are buried so deep, sometimes I forget their there because there are parts of me that are still painfully difficult to believe. Sometimes I still feel unworthy. 32 with the world at her feet. Sometimes I still feel unworthy and it makes me feel so weak. At 32, there are some things you could not pay me to believe. Like how some people struggle with imposter…
I loved him, but he did not want to be loved.
Play and listen along, there’s always more to the story on audio. A couple of Saturday mornings ago I randomly called my cousin Kevin in Jacksonville and asked him what he was up to that day. I didn’t have Zora and wanted to make some grown a– folks plans. He said come on down cuz, we’re going to brunch. Hello somebody! Cause one thing about me and cuz one thing we gon always do is eat some good a– food. Sitting around at Kev’s with his besties after brunch, Kevin started talking about Yoda Pebbles, his beloved dog-son. Now let me tell ya’ll this man loves himself some of that…
I Believe I Deserve
Hit play and listen along Notes on rest, reciprocity, productivity, celebration and affirmation. I sat in the black plastic chair in urgent care, with my right foot twisted around the metal legs, the grooves of my shoes scratching the time away, waiting patiently for the nurse practitioner to return. I anxiously texted Kaneisha every detail. Fever high, blood pressure high, their getting samples of my urine and may need stool too. I know I’m not pregant, you got to be having the sex to get pregnant. They’re asking me to take a covid test. I don’t think I need that, but I’ll do it. They’ve shoved this GD damn…
In the midNIGHT Hour
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It’s Open Season.
Read and Listen Along Last Thursday afternoon, on a whim I invited my sister Cece to lunch. Me and Cece have actually never gone to lunch. We are both too busy all the time from running businesses, to being mothers, partners and everything else in between. But, I listened to what felt like was right for me to do. I called Cece. And she said yes to going to my new favorite Thai place in town. I was feening for Thai Iced Tea + Drunken Noodles. Turns out the Thai place was closed, so of course I found myself twirling the aisles of TJ MAXX. Cause let’s be honest it’s…