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.

This is not about one woman. This is about what 500 years of spiritual and cultural starvation looks like when it meets a ring light and a wifi connection. This is about the grandmother’s kitchen being replaced by a comment section. The elder’s wisdom being replaced by a highlight reel. The ancestral ceremony being replaced by a live stream. This is about us. All of us. Still on the journey back to ourselves. Still sometimes reaching for the mirage because the real water feel

There is a moment that has been finding me lately, quietly and without warning, in the unhurried space between getting ready for the day and actually beginning it. I stand at the mirror, and I look. "How did it get so late so soon?" Dr Seuss Not with the harsh, inventory-taking gaze I was taught. The one that scans for flaws and measures what is missing. But with something softer than that. Something that took me most of my life to find. A kind of slow, wondering tenderness t