My loc journey, Its been a year, A year where I'm no longer defined By the stroke of a coomb, Nor any bristle of a brush. Edge control has released me, And bees wax has sucked me in. No more endless time spent thinking about my hair, but freedom in the get up and go. Who knew that this was my port...Read more

Have we given it a second thought, Have we reconsidered, The words before we speak, Or the emotions behind a thought, Or the trigger behind a response? Have we reconsidered, Examined fruit, Or listened to the heart over the words spoken, Habitually accepting truth? Love is not an emotion, It's ...Read more

It just leaves me, After holding on with all that I can. Gone beyond my strength to endure. The thing I've been holding on to, Keeping it for myself, For my secret place, So that only my ears can hear. But today I had to let it go, Be free in the moment And stop fighting what's natural. Everyone h...Read more

It's like a rose vine, Beautiful in its nature. Thorned with a grip that reminds that it's real. It's like a shadow, always present even when no one notices it or stops to pay attention. But of course it's there, Where else would it go? Does a shadow leave the body it follows, No more than gr...Read more

I always wanted to be a mom, Like my heart was always preparing for it. Watching and learning, And mothering children, While being a child myself. I dreamed about it, Wrote down baby names, And imaged their faces. I was still in my youth, When my womb grew it's first fruit. Most were expl...Read more

I didn't know who he was, But I knew I needed him. I listened to my sister talk to him every night, Bent, humbled, and without an audience. I watched her read about him, In a book she held with respect. Who is he? And this peace that's given? I remember asking her about him, And I listened t...Read more

The Word washes, like an unapologetic wave. Informs, instructs, and aliegns with impact that changes you from the inside. For it is better to confront a friend than to be secretly angry in your heart. Silence gives no esteem, nor does it create a space for repentance. So let us not cry over fr...Read more

Lately, more than ever, I've been feeling alone, Like connections just aren't connecting. While I'm committed to seeing and hearing people, They have left me feeling like I'm not a factor. Carrying feelings that are over emotionalized, Ignored or undervalued. My heart knows, This is just the w...Read more

I want to be alone, I don't want to talk or listen, Or accommodate another. I want to do what I feel, No eggshells, No second-guessing myself. Not too long, Just a day, A space to just be me, Think freely and move with desire. Forget about the demands of the day, Or the titles that must be f...Read more

To the me I was supposed to be, Who is she really? The one who made all the right choices, And played life safe? Is there such thing as a bad decision, Or are they just decisions not accepted? I walked my walked, And talked to much of the talk. I said more than I should, And did more than I'm will...Read more

Remain teachable, :able to learn by being taught In remaining teachable, We must adjust, :alter or move (something) slightly in order to achieve the desired fit, appearance, or result. In order to be a doer, And not just a hearer. Allowing our understanding, To change us, From the inside out. A...Read more

How did this begin? When did we start sending our children to schools instead of teaching them ourselves? Why do we have nursing homes instead of taking care of our own? And how did we become more familiar with buying food than growing it? Why do we accept drugs over of healing herbs? When did...Read more

How are you? Don't say ok or fine. I want the long version. The version that requires me to stop. I asked because I wanted to hear your heart. So, with me, dont give me ritualized answers. Or pacify me with comfortable lies. I asked to listen, I stopped so you can be heard. Will you share with me...Read more

I let it go. The version of myself that wasn't true. The one that couldn't hear me, Or understand that I'm fragile. The type of person who didn't know when to rest, How vital boundries are, And the need to stop and breathe. I let it go, The version of me that was available for everyone but mysel...Read more

There are only two roads, Not one nor three, Nothing in the middle, And nothing before. There is justice and injustice, Goodness and wickedness, And between the two, there is no balance. Benefiting from the fruit of the wicked is for the wicked. Silence doesn't equal innocence. The guilty l...Read more