Love Letter #70 | Has Cupid Forsaken Me?

My environment doesn’t suggest that it’s okay to be shot by Cupid. As far as I know, if I allow the cherub to shoot me, I run a high risk of being slapped by his fisted hand, shot by his gun, slashed by his machete or even stabbed by his knife.

Love Letter #68 |Blackness

Our blackness goes way beyond our ancestors being enslaved. It goes way beyond the enslaved mentality. It goes way beyond our complexion. It is about honouring the past of hurt but it is also about embracing the talent, the artistry, the brilliance and the overall beauty of people who are black.

We are Queens and we are Kings and we are beautiful.

We must teach our children about more than just a laundry list of iconic black people. We owe it to them.

Love Letter #67 | Walk Out Of Those Sandals!

In stressful situations, find a positive response and keep it moving. The alternative response might not be ideal but it won’t last forever. Keep that in the back of your mind and be comforted.

Love Letter #66 |Use Your Soapbox and Speak Into the Microphone!

We operate from a place of fear and the second we witness a situation that warrants our voices be heard, we watch but we don’t see – we hear but we don’t listen – we say we’ll fight against wrong doings but our actions demonstrate otherwise.

But…

Despite your size, age, gender – never think that your voice doesn’t have power. You are powerful and so is your voice.

Love Letter #64 | Endure Pain

Like anything else, painful experiences last for the moments they were made for only to be replaced by another experience. And, that other experience will be replaced by another and the replacement will continue until pain is the order of the day again.

Love Letter #62 | I Almost Missed the Bus

Never become lazy because you know that other options are there. Work towards the first option first and then … if that doesn’t work, you consider the others.

Suburban Telegram #4 | Thyme is Precious

Time and thyme are not to be played with. Your thyme is precious!
Consider a sprig of thyme equivalent to a minute of your time. Let no one use up your thyme recklessly.

Suburban Telegram #2 – 3| Search

We all have a “something” that we search for. We may or may not find it. But the fact remains that in our search, we will learn about ourselves.