The Enough We Seek
I overslept.
Pray. Brush. Water. Yoga. Water. I stumble into an outfit. Multivitamin in my left pocket. Did I grab water?
The kids bounce into their last day of spring break camp at the YMCA.
lecture on stoicism. I know my goals, but achieving them demands that I overcome my near-crippling fear of letting others down and dedicate all my resources and attention to my success.
It's afternoon. The sky is blue and draped across tree branches. Leaves sway with glee as if the waltzing wind holds bliss, and, oh yeah, it must.
Granny’s essay has been revised and released, past my insecurities, to my editor.
I feel far away. I wish someone would pull me close like the best balloon floating above the register. Grab me by the strings so I don't get stuck in a tree.
Random reflection: The world has placed a voracious wandering in the hearts of most black men. We spend all our fears trying to understand & tame what we don’t know to be self-discovery. We do this aching and blurring search, often at the expense of the world around us. We need to find ‘it’- to find this ‘enough’ because we have never been taught that we are the enough we seek. We have never been taught the divine duties of self-discovery, self-care, and self-love. This isn’t to alibi our roaming but to shed light on one possible reason for what has been seen, felt, and declared as our missteps.
“Daddy…Anything that makes things better is a seed.” Miles says as he dances in front of me. “So, if you grow somebody’s smile, it’s like you watered a person.” I smile. He smiles.
I miss home more than I let on. (searches YouTube for St. Paul sandwich recipes)
Kendrick Lamar on vinyl and a handful of the kid’s Easter candy.
Earlier, I thought I should be more intentional when posting these. Then, I remembered that this was meant to be accessible and vulnerable. How would one schedule authenticity?
Everyone is problematic to a cause.
Everyone is a hero to a cause.
Lemon, ginger tea. (and tiny chocolates)
With all my heart…Té
