Mourning the Old Stories

Things are dying in my world. Thoughts of past lovers.Belief systems. Patterns.Struggle. Chaos. Unrest.Old stories. Motivations. My posture of resistance has relaxed into one of ease. As I wait in expectation of an exciting new chapter, I must respect this very real season of mourning. Of the people, places and things that I can’t take…

Let the past die.

Quote of the Day: “Let the past die. Kill it, if you have to. That’s the only way to become what you were meant to be.” Star Wars: The Last Jedi

On Piecemeal Abundance

Happy Sunday, lovelies. I think you’d agree, if given the choice, that most would prefer an unexpected $5000 in one lump sum over 50 equal payments of $100. Because here is always better than on the way, and yes is always better than not yet, right?  But why? In both scenarios, you gain $5000. The…

I have never not made it through. 

I have never not made it through.  I am aware that I just wrote a grammatically incorrect sentence. I understand that saying I’ve always made it through means the same thing, but it doesn’t send the same message.  There’s power in knowing that at no point in the history of my existence have I not…

She called back her power.

she called her power backreeling it in from the four corners of the earthprying it from the hands of unqualified suitors she called her power backrerouting her life’s stream back to her own dry placeswatering her own barren vessel with her heart’s song she called her power backreclaiming the wisdom, love, and patience she offered…

On Trusting Your Gut

I’ve learned that staying too long and leaving too soon feel the same. Finding beauty in what’s broken seems noble, but your hands weren’t meant to sift through shattered glass. If you aren’t en route to where you want to be, what about being lost feels safe? Self-care says to go when it’s time to…

My home is not a turnstile.

My home is a sacred place. The place where I recharge from draining conversations, loud noises, and traffic-related stress (my introversion is showing, I know). Home is where my child lives, where my plants grow, and where everything on the walls and on the shelves has meaning, a story. Home is where I know the…

A Song for When Your Dreams Are Under Fire

You must prevail. “Ready Aim” Mali Music I’m on an airplaneAnd the destination of this flight is to the other sideGuess I have to go thereGuess I have to come here yeahI know where I’m from but nowI’m headed where I’m going rightBut there are powers, in the air, you can’t see themAnd they have…

July is Fibroid Awareness Month

Cherise’s Story It was either late 2002 or early 2003 when I learned I had a uterine fibroid. I went to the doctor about the heavy bleeding and bad cramps I suffered monthly. I remember it clearly, the doctor said, “Oh, the tumor is probably bigger.” “What tumor?” I asked with some concern. Instead of…

Self-sabotage is a hell of a drug.

Blame my introversion, or maybe it’s just Candace Candace-ing, but analyzing the kinks in code, copy, and content doesn’t end for me when the clock strikes five. I like to think about what I think about. I like to excavate my belief system to extract the stories that influence my day-to-day. The stories I can’t…