The past couple weeks have been pretty stressful for me. I feel like I've been drowning in deadlines and the list of things to do has been so long and intense that I haven't been able to relax. Everytime I thought I had successfully gotten something done, there was something else to do. Somethings I've done a great job at, but for some, paralysis by analysis set in and I haven't gotten much done at all, which has filled me with guilt. The stress has been affecting my health, making matters worse. It feels like it just won't stop. But I had to remind myself that there are other things that won't stop either. God's presence, power and peace are eternally on that list. In this stressful time, I am remembering that I have access to those things, and wanted to let you know that you have access to them also. May one of my favorite songs from Walls group encourage you today as it encourages me. Enjoy, love you all!
To know me is to know that Gwendolyn Brooks is one of my favorite poets. I fell in love with her work as a child when I first heard "We Real Cool" and we became common-law later on once I memorized "The Mother". To this day, "Beverly Hills, Chicago" remains one of my favorite poems. Brooks' distinctive way of bringing words together captures sentiments that I may not have been able to capture without her, and this quote is an example of that. At a time when the nation is so divided, let's reflect on this.
Rachel Wiley is one of my favorite poets and this is a poem of hers that I love because it is so funny! I'm not sure why some men feel a need to announce their "type", but sometimes it can come across the wrong way. This poem expresses that hilariously. Even if you're not a "big woman", I think you'll enjoy.
Watching the results of the US Presidential election play out on social media last week was very sad for me. Not because my candidate did not prevail, because my candidate did, but I was disappointed for other reasons. I am of the belief that it is possible for "good people" to disagree, but seeing so many of the Trump supporting evangelicals on my timeline question the morals, intelligence and even the Christianity of those of us who would never support Trump was disheartening. It was painful to know that these friends could overlook the character of their candidate, as well as the myriad human rights violations that took place under his administration, from the children caged at our borders to the multiple instances of police brutality such as the murders of Breonna Taylor and George Floyd, among other atrocities. But it was even more painful that some saw those of us who voted in opposition to these things as "enemies of God". It was painful not because it underscored the divisions in the Church, but the deep divisions in our country that allow those of different hues to have extremely different experiences while on the same soil. This conversation by Roland Martin with his esteemed panelists expressed very eloquently what so many of us are feeling in the aftermath of this. Enjoy! Love you all!
I was still a child the first time I saw one of Frida Kahlo's paintings and I've been transfixed ever since. When I was younger, it was the accuracy of her vibrant self-portraits that captivated me. But as I grew older, and endured much trauma, I was drawn to her expression of pain. You can tell from Kahlo's paintings that she is fluent in the language of suffering, and her visual representations of it have the unique quality of being literal while still nuanced. Kahlo was a Mexican artist who at the time she painted the most, was married to a larger-than-life Mexican muralist named Diego Rivera. As a child, she survived a horrible bus accident which left her with severe life-long injuries and would eventually paralyze her. That, coupled with her husband's flagrant infidelity and her many miscarriages, would have destroyed most people. But Kahlo's indomitable spirit allowed her to create meaningful, nuanced art that communicated her struggles. She remains celebrated for her art, her carefree life and feminism. Read more for my favorite paintings and a tour of an exhibition I saw of hers at the Brooklyn Museum.