I looked into my mothers eyes in passing, Then I took a second look, My grandmother was looking at me through those eyes, She was smiling, I smiled back, Precious eyes, Windows for my ancestors.
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“… Death reveals the utter vanity of all our misplaced worship and all our feebly invested hopes …” (Douglas Kaine McKelvey – Every Moment Holy II: Volume II: Death, Grief, and Hope) What is death If not a a doorway to the afterlife To that life we long for yet are hesitant to enter into...
One year ago, me and mine lives took a turn It was a huge turn It was an unexpected turn In the days that followed my physical body bore the blunt of it My body was disintegrating before my eyes When my body dragged itself up My mind took over the spiraling
I have been learning how to breath. I can hear some chuckling, that was me a few months ago as well. “But I have been breathing since I was born,” I said when I heard about breathing classes. Air. The very breath that we breath. Yet, not so many of us ever stop to consciously...
I grew up in a Christian, Bible believing home. One of them beliefs that were strongly held were that disciplining a child must be done using a rod. So I got some serious beatings in my childhood. Some were more scarring than others, but they all scarred me. I have a scar that runs down...
more grease to you elbows more strength to your knees more clarity to your mind more wisdom to your ears more vision to your eyes more grace to your tongue more firmness to your back Aṣẹ