One Secret
Fajr Prayer, meditation, and sun salutation.
The rain, a soft secret between the sky and earth, whispers against the window.
It's 8 a.m. The house is calm, and the day's grey spills into the room full of plants and books. I recline and sip a jar of coffee that is mostly water. There should be onboarding for tea drinkers during their coffee season. "It'll open up his chest, " Mama said during a nasty childhood cold—my first memory of bean juice.
I'm working with a few non-profits to coordinate a beautiful youth celebration this weekend, and my to-do list is longer than I'd like this late in the process. "Break it up over the four days," I tell myself at the counter as I dip less than a cup in the old Black + Decker coffee maker my mother gave me on my last road trip home.
The birds are singing or talking shit just outside my window, and I am staring at the last revision of a flash fiction piece, an anxious email from a beautiful non-profit, and smile because my son Miles bounces from the traditional 'Peanut butter & jelly' sandwich to his unique 'Peanut butter & cheese.' Today, he chose his special sandwich; he decided to love himself the way he feels best. "Ok, bud. Make your sandwich." I tell him. I say to myself..."It'll open your chest/heart."
Last-minute school closings: Friends are afraid and scrambling for employment at the start of 2025
Friends are terrified of their status in the green card lottery through Diversity Visa programs.
Someone is shooting a movie, so parent pickup is chaotic and cold, but I’m cool. I’m listening to ‘Love Remembers’ by Thandi Ntuli.
Today is Library Day. “let’s go to the one with the snacks.” Zoe’s best friend says. “…and books.”
Today is also Pasta Day at the Smith house. Kids are insistent on trying Samyang Spicey noodles. Water and bananas on deck.
Oh yeah, I was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. (yikes!)
I’m folding myself onto my meditation pillow to reread ‘The World Doesn’t Require You’ by Rion Amilcar Scott
“If there is one secret I’d like to share, It’s that we are what we dream or what we fear.” —Ben Okri
Everyone is problematic to a cause.
Everyone is a hero to a cause.
Lime-water & ginger-dark chocolate delights.
With all my heart…Té
