We lose things, and sometimes we find things. When we find what we’ve deemed as lost it’s either found just like we left it or we discover some differences from what our memory serves us. Whether we consider these changes as good, bad, big or small I think that completely depends on the perception of the person who has been seeking the whole time.
I’ve learned this lesson more than once and definitely with more than one person in my life. …
blown by the wind of time
rocked to the core by this climb
all that can be shaken has been
all that remains is truth
i have embraced the trembling
i have let my heart quake
gone are the false creations
behind me are the faulty foundations
i searched to find a book full of truth
so who am i to not flip the page
Within moments of accepting something we think is so good we can often begin questioning it starting with “wait, is this too good to be true?”
I’ve asked myself this question often enough to finally discover my answer, which is no. Rather, what I’m coming to understand is that things are only as good as they are true. If we’re putting honest effort into keeping things true and whole and real then the matter at hand will reflect that — therefore remaining good and complete and genuine.
Good things take effort, constant effort that is. Effort in sewing the right seeds, and not the ones of destruction. Can we honestly say things are too good to be true before we’ve done the due diligence?
When we go through things it is easy to isolate, that’s because it’s easy to tell ourselves “no one gets it, no one would reeeally understand.” And honestly, that is true. I am not you so I’ll never feel exactly what you feel. However, when we let that thought consume our mind we begin pushing away the things and the people that usually offer what we need. The thought we must focus on during those times is that life is meant to be shared, especially with those who love you.
Once we become aware of the ones who love us…
I search for freedom to find in this day. Accepting what’s ahead and making way. I may have woken up with a heavy heart. But this morning that’s how I choose to start.
I wander over to the field full of cotton. I’m still — so I may think of the forgotten. And as I plant my feet in a solid spot. I remember for all which they fought.
Today this is one thing I will not take for granted. I’ll grab ahold of freedom which by seed was planted. Because I have the ability to pick as I please. I bid adieu to my worries for my soul it is at ease.
who taught me over and over to be patient — I now know that they don’t just wake up one day and become the butterfly.
who taught me that inner beauty is most attractive — I will remember that planting roots is more important than flaunting the blossom.
who taught me that birds recognize natural beauty — and that’s why they chirp and sing when I walk outside.
who taught me to let go of fear and be brave — I will always believe that faith the size of a seed can and will move a mountain.
who taught me that change starts with me — I will trust and obey for there is no other way to be happy than to trust and obey.
to the woman who taught, please don’t stop teaching
Being a part of the Black community can feel like making a choice between feeling or functioning almost daily. When you hear that, your first thought might be “but can we not do both?” The answer is yes, we absolutely can do both. But, when considering how much pressure there is on Black people to fall into the habit of pleasing others before ourselves, we can then acknowledge how much more of a challenge it is to do so. Even as we find the capacity to balance both feeling and functioning each and every day, it’s quickly deemed “excessive” or…
like a delicate dune evening primrose
you’ve withstood the coldest nights
standing alone yet standing tall
like an elegant mariposa lily
resistant to the waves of heat
stretching out, more beautiful than before
like the graceful golden suncup
your leaves carry no complaints
for it is your own space in which you thrive
in a place most of us never adapt to
your petals find comfort and growth
while your roots dig deep into purpose
a sensitive being in a harsh climate
yet never too frail to flourish
despite it all, you bloom
finding the will to survive your surroundings
here i find myself in forever admiration
hopeful that my essence meets your needs
never too much, never too little
for you, my desert flower
From waiting on the cookies to come out of my easy-bake oven all the way to waiting on a promotion at my job — I have always heard someone say good things take time. I never doubted this, but I don’t think I ever took those words to heart in my younger years, maybe because my immediate response was “well, how long?” and since no one could give me the answer I wanted, I just carried on in my impatient ways. As I’ve grown older I’ve begun to understand that people didn’t have my answer simply because no one but…