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Some days are better than others. Then, literally, out of nowhere, here comes my dear old friend, Grief, knocking at my door again. And it’s usually when things are going good—nay, GREAT!—then all of a sudden, here She go…
the bug & the windshield
A while back, when I was going through a rough patch—before I knew…everything—I was talking to my Dad & lamenting about what was going on, and he goes, “Ya know, it’s like I always say. You’re driving down the highway. You’re going along your merry way and then boom, a bug smacks itself against your windshield. You didn’t purposely hit the bug, and the bug didn’t purposely fly into your path. It was going along its way too. But in life, sometimes you’re the bug. Sometimes you’re the windshield.”
the scenic route
When I was in undergrad, after one particular class, a mate would always walk me back to my dorm or the food court, or the bookshop, wherever I was off to that particular day. Pitt was an urban campus, but our little nook of it was so cute & quaint. That’s what I love about college towns; the quaintness of it all. The cozy feeling of being insulated from the chaos at large. Anywho, whenever we had extra time to spare, I would make him walk me the scenic route. Ok, who am I kidding? Even when we didn't have time to spare I would insist we take the scenic route. One day we’ll be glad we stopped to smell the roses.
breathe here now
I’m not leaving this Ramadan the same person that entered. There’s been a lot of changes; personally, professionally, physically, spiritually, emotionally, metaphysically, intergalactically… Of course I’ve changed. Do you think I went through all that just to stay the same? Now I’m not perfect. Obviously. I still have much work to do. I’m sure you do too, don’t judge! But I own it. I own who I am. I own what I am. And I own WHOSE I am. How could I possibly deny that? God never left my side. He’s the BESTEST friend a gal could ever ask for. So I give thanks for my portion and all the GREAT things still left in store.
blooming in death (valley)
The super bloom is here! For the first time in a decade, Death Valley is bursting with bright yellows, and purples, and pinks, and white. It’s truly a magical place all year round, but this right now is outta sight!
I was reminded today when I flipped open my book, 99 Reasons to Love You, of the wonder I bore witness to when I first moved to California on that fateful day in December 2020. Partaking in my standard morning stroll, I caught a glimpse of all the fruit trees that were sprouting to life in my then neighborhood and came to the conclusion that everything has its time. Everything in nature abides by the same rules, the same circle of death & life. Everything blooms because it must. Everything blooms in its own time.
Fisher of Men
i have you to thank
the last five years
the big picture
a great day to be great
all’s well that ends in wellness
peace, be so f**kin still
the great wide somewhere
years that answer
A Time for change, or, he lives in you
a new world order, or, please hesitate to reach out to me
for my next trick, Or, A Prophet’s pilgrimage
Turtle life, or, Soft Power
the lone star, or, where love can flourish