Do Good. Be Well.
One of the first existential questions I asked myself after rewatching Season 1 following the first few episodes of Season 2, was, “Am I severed?” The second question was, “Aren’t we all severed?”
The unexpected joy of this series is the unending layers of meaning, creativity, symbolism, and nuance.
One of the most dangerous manipulation tactics isn’t loud. It’s not aggressive.
It’s subtle, repetitive, and invisible – I call it Emotional Conditioning – the process of being trained, little by little, to accept less than you deserve. Once you see it, you’ll never unsee it.
Day 50: How old were you when you joined your first social media app? What was it? (more)
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
The beauty of experience and perspective is every time you start over you’re in a better position than the last time.
Sometimes the best you can do is what can be done with what you have right now.
In the moment I couldn’t quite process that a neighbor was propositioning me for sex in such crude, unsolicited, non-encouraged and awkward manner. But more astonishingly, he assumed access to my body, energy, life, home, bed, and time only required him saying he “likes” me.
The voice seemed familiar –
its vibration pierced my soul,
breached the dark midnight of my days
in the directionless wilderness of life.
It pulled me, spun me
surrounded and filled me.
The melody delighted me.
I have not yet mastered having a conversation while doing something else that requires my attention. When people call to speak to me about their lives, I sit and listen. If they want advice, I offer what I have. If they don’t want advice, I may share my observations or not.
Even as my relationships collapsed and wasted away one by one, there were a few I genuinely believed would survive close scrutiny. The friendships I thought were based in truth and mutuality of intent. The friendships I built on shared belief in the Word and compatible spirits. The family members I loved more than myself and would have laid down my life for… until my life became an expected forfeit for their ease.
There was a time when I held on to everyone and everything for dear life. Periods when life was defined by the people I craved relationship with, things I strove to acquire, and status I worked hard to achieve. All these were cultivated by family and societal culture. This current stage of transition and transformationContinueContinue reading “Breathe. Release. Repeat.”
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