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    creativity begets creativity

    late last year, when i got inspired to embark on my own self-paced artist residency in motherhood, i had no idea what i was going to do. i thought for sure that i would focus on writing. i love writing. i written a ridiculous amount of essays about how i love writing, how i need to write more and how i need to write better.  underneath all that angst was/is a woman wrestling with perfection and shame. i feel (and this is just my opinion) that for so long we have been sold the idea that our work has to have a monetary value to worthy of pursuit. i feel…

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    more than tolerance

    we don’t have to understand each other completely/ to know that each of us/ is worthy of protection/&  the rhythm of our own lives/ the dignity of our selves in color, in queer, in gender, in class, in body and mental abilities, in religion (or none), in water and sky… we all belong here. we always have. we always will.

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    reading: another brookyln

    recently, i picked up another brooklyn by jacqueline woodson. i had been meaning to read more of her work every since brown girl dreaming came on my radar. i don’t know what i expected from the book because i always think of her as a YA writer. i don’t mean that i mean that as a bad thing but (thematically) YA books tend to read a certain way across the board (and i like that about them) but sometimes i just can’t deal with the (all that teenage) angst. I do think this reads like a YA book (theme-wise) but I think that is the power and importance of this…

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    writing and healing

    writing these days seems challenging. the words are just not flowing but then i wonder when they last did. and if that even matters. sometimes, when i write i think i am suppose to have all the answers but i am slowly seeing that writing really just brings up more questions. one of the best things writing has given me is a little more self-awareness. this awareness has given the courage to try and meet myself as i am where i am but also gently (and slowly) align myself to something bigger than me. you see, i have been struggling (as usual) to understand what the purpose of my writing…

  • self compassion,  writing

    your courage

    your courage is pounding inside the fire/let it rise up and consume you/let it heal you/let it remake your edges wider and softer/ let it drop you beyond your own knowing/into the center of uncertainty and flames/your inner compass will roar with the added pressure/ the stillness will teach you/let it/ you are becoming more you with each breath/ you are holding the resistance upon your chest/but burning with life and grit/ I can feel the heat of your radiance/surrounding this world.  

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    stories: imperfect motherhood, imperfect art

    this has been a intense week for many people in the world and the US, myself include. Not just politics and crazy weather (which is political now, too) but balancing my own life. you see, being pregnant and being an active mother and wife are not always easy things for me. if I am honest, I have dropped the ball and curled up on the couch more times than I can count. I imagine this is normal. it takes a lot of work to make a baby. still, I feel like I should be stronger and doing more and accepting my limitations is not easy.     of course, I…

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    stories: nice and good

    I remember sitting at Punjab with five of my classmates from our women in religion class. It was a great class and we were excited about what we were learning about women and community building and we got along. if you ever been in a seminar type class, you know how comradeship can set the tone for a class. a little backstory, I went to a small liberal arts college ( mostly white but committed racial dialogue and social justice (not perfect but trying to the issues of our time ), in the quasi-south.  I imagine my experience would have been slightly different, if I had done my studies at…

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    free

    there is so much going on in the world, as usual. so much to hold in our hearts and to do, as usual. the medicine is to chose to do what you can and do it with all your heart. you see, our hearts are so miraculous. we forget that our prayers can move mountains and our actions can help protect lives near and far. we are so powerful. we just get so distracted by the shiny people selling us a life. when we already have this magical miracle in our bones waiting to dance down walls and nourish generations. we keep waiting for the powers to that be recognize…

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    rest

    some seasons you just need more quiet. I am at that point. I have been juggling way too much these days.  right now, I need a bit more rest and a lot less screens. until we meet again. take fierce care of yourself. be well, k

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