As soon as I heard the Hawaiian people’s native calls echoing in the atmosphere, chills caressed my arms and my mind flashed back to a time where I didn’t even exist when African tribal groups released a similar sound. I knew in that moment, we were all the same. So many cultures have that same history of tribal people groups, navigating the land God gave them, being good to it, and reaping from the benefit of those nurturing acts. The land was good to them and in return, it flourished.
I’m told that this is women’s history month. A celebration of women and all that we have been through and all that we have achieved in spite of. Honestly I have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand I am proud to be a woman. I am happy to celebrate the accomplishments of a… Continue reading An Honest Look at Women’s History Month
About a month ago I took a poetry workshop downtown. I love how my city offers these free opportunities to learn and grow in writing and I find it interesting that I have a gift of writing poetry. I never thought of myself as a poet. I never thought of myself as a writer either…… Continue reading The Problem With Stereotypes
This morning I met Yeshua in that intimate place between 6:15 and 6:30am. These are early hours for me and it is only His Spirit that enabled me to stay up long enough to roll over onto my knees, face on the pillow and head into His chest. Immediately I became extremely aware of His… Continue reading Learning the Art of Waiving Your Rights