This weekend radiates luxury. Saturday morning, I woke up before sunrise. The rain was beating against my windows, the trees blowing in the wind. Both King T’Challa and Mojo Majick (my super awesome black cats) had retreated to their corners of our home as I basked in the stillness of the moment. Eventually, I did my prayers, made honey chai turmeric tea, tip-toed out the front door with planters in hand to catch rainwater for my plants. Back in bed, I journaled, finished ‘True Love’ by Thich Nhat Hahn for maybe the fifth time, journaled a bit more, and drifted off into a peaceful nap.
I needed all of that rest and all of that peace. Last week’s news cycle was heavy. I have been thinking a lot about Ma’Khia Bryant and little girls like Ma’Khia Bryant.
One of my doula mamas gave birth last week to a beautiful baby boy. Birth is always a vortex. It takes you in and takes you over in the most beautiful way.
I have been meditating on the practice of consistency: “marked by harmony, regularity, or steady continuity; free from variation or contradiction.” In what areas can I deepen my consistency? How does one practice being consistent?– Get up at the same time every day. Do it anyway– scared, not interested, procrastinating– that’s fine, still do the thing and take care of yourself throughout the task.
I had ‘nothing’ to write about, but I missed loveliftedme, and I missed the space I allow myself to be in when I share on this platform, so this is my shot at doing it anyway.
playlist: have mercy: good track radio
co-dependent no more by melody beattie
true love by thich nhat hahn
the healing wisdom of Africa: finding life purpose through nature, ritual, and community by malidoma patrice some