Raindom Thoughts

For a long time I called that inconsistency. But I wonder now if inconsistency was ever the right word. I wonder if what I was actually doing was protecting something. Because showing up to yourself every day, really showing up, requires you to believe something that this world has spent a very long time trying to make certain people doubt. It requires you to believe that you are worth showing up for.

We can do better than this. I really believe that. Not because I’m naive… but because I’ve seen it. I’ve sat with people in their most broken moments and watched them choose something different. Watched them decide that the cycle stops here. It can stop here.

None of us gets out of here alive. I mean that with every tender thing in me. We are all just moving through this together, doing the best we can with what we have. Loving imperfectly and being loved imperfectly in return. Finding grace in the smallest places because sometimes that is the only place it fits. You are not alone in the heaviness. And you are not wrong for feeling it. But also. Look up. Something beautiful is probably closer than you think. Check on somebody toda

The world feels heavy right now. You don’t need anyone to tell you that. You can feel it in your body, in the way you wake up tired before the day even starts, in the way the news sits on your chest like something you can’t put down. But can I tell you something? Breathe. Not the kind of breathing that fixes everything. Just the kind that reminds your body that you are still here. Still rooted. Still held. There is an ancestor who knows you in the way the world will never kno

Hate Is a Love Story Gone Wrong. Sit with that for a moment before you read another word. Because I know what it does to you. I know the resistance that rises, the instinct to push back, to say “no, hate and love are opposites, they cannot share the same root, they cannot come from the same broken place inside a human being.” But stay with me. Because if you have ever loved someone who needed to diminish you to feel powerful. If you have ever been in a relationship that felt,

dear beloved, come close. let me remind you of what your body already knows, but your heart may have forgotten: you are made of breath. not the sharp, startled kind that catches when the phone rings too late at night. not the shallow, worried flutters that live in your throat these days. but the deep, ancient kind. the kind that moved through your ancestors long before you arrived. the kind that has carried every generation of your lineage through every impossible season they