As I recline into the nesting ground of my thoughts My eyes evade retiring for the night.
Category Archives: Words
I’m not superhuman and it’s ok
Not all superheroes wear capes, but every superhero has a duel identity living a normal life. I was trapped in a cycle of people pleasing, giving to people and the organisation but I was left empty and depleted mentally, emotionally and financially. This day marks 18 weeks since I left my job of 7 yearsContinue reading “I’m not superhuman and it’s ok”
Art on rooftops
My neck was swaying with the rooftops as my eyes were seduced by the artistic ensembles of colours, shapes and stories.
Reflections/ directions
Reflections, deflections, perceptions, directions, I’m feeling like 6 months is in 3 months which means I’ve missed
Awkward/ Phenomenal
Happy International Women’s Day! This is moment is to celebrate the force that God made…the AWKWARD BLACK GIRL.
What if he has kids?…
The day of cupid is around the corner and I find myself contemplating one thing as a millennial dilemma
With Quincy Phillips
Recollecting my moments on a moving train to the woods I was still struck by how my evening ended on Friday 13th
A Great Day In Harlem
In honour of world photo day, the most iconic photograph taken back when Jazz was heard in every street corner in
Gregory/ Porter
Keep working on your dream and don’t stop. Do it for the music – Gregory Porter [image: FRANCO P
Something New…
I am just a story teller….walking with jazz to reconnect with her beginnings. To her first love. I fell in love with a genre that has evolved out of the sorrows of slavery and predated the times of slave ships on the African plains. The roots are deeper than generations I count on my fingersContinue reading “Something New…”
River flow….
Some seasons have left me dry with no time for myself or others but in them I’ve learnt the importance of being alone in time with the King…it’s refreshing. The Living Water washing me daily until I am made over.
Familiarity…
The couple sitting opposite were cold in their familiarity. He sat beside her, gazing at his ink stained paper through his
Beneath The Canvas 