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.
Tag Archives: Life
Year 48: Touching Grass
A few years ago I decided the day of my birthday would be for me only. It started off as a no travel day. Wherever I was, there I would be content with whatever the day brought.
Thread: Live Before You Die by J.S. Park
Not everyone is able to fully embody themselves, achieve their dreams, pursue their goals, for all sorts of reasons, systemic & traumatic. Do not waste time on everyone else’s vision for you.
Thread: Bouncing Back from Trauma by Tito Idakula
Often, traumatic experiences keep us bound. We don’t become all that we have been created to be because the fear of failure or pain is overwhelming.
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Thread: Birthday List by Emily Freeman
It’s my birthday. I’m 37 and I have some things I’d like to share, in no particular order. 1. No one thinks about you more than you do. That thing from two years ago that keeps you up at night? No one else remembers. Honor the memory and let it go. 2. Have fun. Every day. I’veContinueContinue reading “Thread: Birthday List by Emily Freeman”
Poem: It Shouldn’t Take Courage to Love a Black Woman
We, too, desire to bask in the radiance of another’s glory
To be bathed in joy, peace and tranquility
To rest without anxiety and wake without urgency
We don’t need this grace from everyone
Nor do we expect a societal shift out of gratitude for services rendered
But for our men…
It shouldn’t take courage to love a Black Woman
Poem: 63 Today
Your presence was joy to me.
What was joy to you? Was any portion
of your earth time enjoyable? Better
than bearable? Worthy of thanksgiving?
63 today. Each year since you left
I think I know you better than ever
and not at all. Who were you, Terry Ann?
God of the Living
Indeed they cannot die any more, because they are like angels and are children of God, being children of the resurrection.
Poem: When I get rich
An ode to $AMC If I get richTodayI’m doneWith all thisBullshit. That’s it.That’s the poem.
Harvest Life 