Feel the weight

Feel the weight

 
I stood here in this
 
spot on the porch
 
and I had a lot
 
going on in my
 
heart and mind.
 
I know you can’t
 
tell from the picture…
 
but just trust me on this one.
 
I looked at the picture
 
that I made,
 
compliments of
 
the sun, and
 
I took a moment
 
to feel the weight of
 
what I was feeling.
 
Maybe you are in
 
that place, too.
 
Maybe you are
 
carrying heavy burdens –
 
for yourself,
 
your family,
 
your friends, and
 
for our country.
 
I feel it, too.
 
I am just one voice.
 
 
You have one, too.
 
 
I am just a little shadow
 
but please note from the picture
 
that I also have a stage.
 
 
You have one, too.
 
 
So let’s remember this
 
moment of being full
 
of righteous anger,
 
let’s allow it
 
to propel us
 
to take up our space
 
on our own individual stages
 
and speak truth.
 
Go ahead and be loud,
 
but please pace yourself.
 
Your stage may be leading
 
your kids to understand bias.
 
Your stage may be leading a
 
book club to discuss a book on antiracism.
 
Or perhaps you dive in and unlearn
 
and share what you are learning anew.
 
Perhaps your role is to
 
share your stage and
 
amplify another’s voice.
 
 
Don’t forget what you feel.
 
Don’t forget you have a stage.
 
#PermissionGranted
A manifesto on being

A manifesto on being

Dial it back

Cuddle up

Keep it simple

Make it special

Listen

Learn

Understand

Rest

Create

Take up your space

Feel what you feel

Don’t dwell there

Hold hope

Cling to truth

Let go of what you can’t hold.

Be safe

Pray

Strengthen roots

Extend grace

Be present

Grow

Give

Be who you are

Right where you are.

#PermissionGranted

 

 How can you practice being, friend?

 

Sown in the Unknown

Sown in the Unknown

Somehow,

someway, 

something grew. 

I don’t remember 

planting, watering 

or fertilizing the

fruit I am holding.

At some point

something 

found good soil, 

put down roots,

grew green shoots, 

blossomed and now

I have fruit.

I am astounded 

to be holding fruit.

When did this germinate?

I trace back the 

origin of the gift 

of sweet harvest

and discover it was

planted during 

one of the hardest,

driest, most challenging 

seasons I’ve ever experienced. 

I am baffled and I weep

due to the friction of the 

joy scraping against 

grief and pain.

I was unaware 

there would be

a harvest.

There’s no way to know

what will be sown 

in the unknown.

#PermissionGranted

 

Friends, there will be growth, even in the middle of a pandemic, stay present and try to have an open heart and mind. Be prepared to be surprised by a harvest.

A lesson from anoles

A lesson from anoles

The flat, preserved anoles

in my sister’s door frame

make me a little sad.

Why didn’t you move,

little lizards?

Maybe you had hung out

in the door frame before

and you thought you

were safe.

Perhaps you didn’t

recognize the

danger in delay.

Maybe you were

comfortable.

You clearly were

with friends

so maybe you

thought you

were in a good place.

The evidence

suggests otherwise,

my dear anoles.

Your demise reminds me

there’s a cost to

delaying change

when change needs to happen.

Your outline reminds me

that I sacrifice a dream

when I choose comfort

over courage.

Safe over brave.

When a move is a must

and I dig my heels in

to stay

where I am at

thankyouverymuch –

it will cost

me something –

every time.

#PermissionGranted

Worthy work

Worthy work

This being who you are –

who you are meant to be –

is not an easy road to walk.

And sometimes I

think it is supposed to be.

And that’s a lie.

I believe it is

worth the fight.

It’s worth wading

through the lies,

the pain, the grief,

the strife and anger

to get to a place

where you can

pursue what you are made for.

So if you are struggling,

it may not because

you are pursuing

the wrong thing.

It may just be that

being a whole person

is hard, worthy work.

#PermissionGranted