How Losing My Curls Became the Most Beautiful Spiritual Awakening
Hair falls from my head like leaves fall off trees and petals fall off flowers. Shedding—letting go—one of the most natural parts of nature.
What Happens When Love Becomes Tangible: Lessons from a Grandmother’s Funeral
Have you felt love? Do you know her warm touch and her warm embrace? The nourishment you feel when it fills your belly? There is no love like Divine Love.
How to Know God is Autistic
I decided that surely love—God herself!—lowkey, highkey?!— most definitely is autistic! Because hooow could she be so literal and giving and generous and unintentionally (?) but actively hiiiiiiilarious?
I AM Love: A Powerful Declaration of Presence, Ancestry & Wholeness
There’s no need to let go of the past or the future because I hold it all now. The DNA of my ancestors still course within me. Closer to me than I am to myself. In this moment, my future is made.
The Only Comparison That Will Ever Set You Free
God is love — and God created us in love, by love, for love. Compare me to love and love alone! Love doesn’t compete or compare, she simply EXISTS.
How to Know God’s Thoughts of Me
Don’t keep love hidden like you do the numbers of dollars in your bank account. No! Share love like immigrants share food, trees share oxygen, and the sun shares her rays. ♡
This Is the Love I Want: A Meditation on Willingness, Readiness, and Real Connection
Love is in the willingness. It’s the courage that says, ‘I can do this thing I’ve never done before.’ Love is in the readiness. It’s the courage that says, ‘I can learn the thing I’ve never been taught.’
How to Live: What a Briefcase, a Poem, and a Funeral Taught Me About Choosing Life Now
Uncle Ralph died at 67—retirement age. I used to think, ‘I can’t wait to move abroad when I retire.’ Now I know: I can’t afford to wait to live. I don’t want anyone to learn who I am at my funeral. I want to be known now.”
I’m Chosing Myself Over America — And It’s The Most Powerful Decision I’ve Ever Made
I’m leaving the U.S. Not to flee, but to free. Freedom isn’t free. It’s costing me something—the familiar, the known.
How To Let Love Lead: Black Women’s Discernment
It’s funny, isn’t it? We are taught to actively not love ourselves. We speak up when we don’t need. We are silenced when we don’t need. It’s the silencing that kills us.