Today I got my first dose of Pfizer. If you had spoken to me a month, or even a week ago, I would have told you that I wasn’t planning on getting the vaccine. Yet here I am with a band-aid on my arm. So, what changed? I initially had some concerns about the vaccine... Continue Reading →
Realizing how fragile life is is scary. That fragility doesn't seem quite real until something tips you towards the ground as you're hurrying along minding your own business, and you feel the slow motion seconds ticking by as you speed towards the cobblestones, suddenly very aware that you are made of the finest crystal and not built for bouncing. Sometimes, this newfound, profound knowledge comes too late as we slip through the fingers of fate and shatter on the ground. Other times, we are caught in the nick of time, centimeters above the ground, taken back up to our perch and set free to run around as before.
At the end of the day, I have no idea what pushed her to end the friendship so abruptly. Perhaps there have been things that I have done that she's never brought up to me. Perhaps she really does feel that strongly about the political issue that led to our demise. Perhaps she simply felt that the relationship had run its course and was taking the easy way out.
I personally feel like we've been sleeping on the amazing lessons black culture can teach us for way too long. They are so full of love. So full of life. So full of ZEST. If you hang around those who embody black culture, you can't help but be drawn in. There is a magnetism that surrounds those who embody these positive aspects of black culture that cannot be denied.
It's really easy to be outraged when you are a good person. And for good reason--there is a reason to be outraged seemingly every day. It's really hard, however, to actually do something. But if we, as privileged, everyday white people don't take action, the Ahmauds and Georges and Breonnas of the world will continue to be killed because no one will bother to say otherwise, and the world will continue to be a world full of empty outrage without nothing to show for it except more death, both of innocents and of hope.
I have to be honest: it has been ROUGH for this girl. I mean, the first month of social distancing, I literally sat on the couch and stared at my phone for 90% of the time (I wish I was exaggerating).
While we are all still stuck in this quarantine, I would encourage you to make some serious time each day to work on your inner self: read spiritual or uplifting material, dedicate some time to solitude and reflection, and find ways to flex your growing 'inner peace' muscle whenever possible. This unexpected block of time, while delivered in a slimy garbage bag, could actually be the greatest gift of our generation and the start of a bright new future.
Sunday night, I squirmed away from the clinging tendrils of past mindsets and sat down to do my first ever tarot reading. I have been trying to expand my horizons on my spiritual journey, and while this was definitely out of my comfort zone, I was willing to open my heart to receive any message that might come through. Plus, I admit, I was curious.
Passion. It's something that everyone can sense but not fully describe. It's like the wind in the trees: you can't see it, exactly, but you can definitely see its effects. Or like an errant wave in the ocean: you don't expect it, but the force can knock you off your feet and whisk you away... Continue Reading →
Sunday was the first day that I cried over the death of someone I didn't know. And by didn't know, I mean really didn't know--I don't follow basketball, I don't know any stats, and I don't know the ins and outs of his success story. In short, I didn't know much beyond his name. What... Continue Reading →