Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

One of my favorite prayers begins with the word, “Hail Mary, full of grace.” If you know the next lines, for me, you would know that the lord has truly been with me. For who can go through fire, go through trials and somehow, get to the other side, oblivious to the fact that just a year ago, everything thing seemed impossible. Hence why this prayer remains my favorite for I am the daughter of grace, the one for whom God guides with every single thing I do especially with this blog which turned 4 years old today. Happy birthday to us!

The posts, the poems, the lessons, every single word speaks in forms that tell a dream, of a woman, a mother, a wife, a daughter. A vast mystery whose arcs and curves, talk and walk, in circles, in air, full of grace, across time, across cosmic space, all tell a story of a life lived in grace. Sure we struggle. We do so everyday. But we triumph, we live though each day triumphantly, through words that capture moments, those we memorize and some we choose to share. They are our moments captured as one in 8 billion people living in this time between life and death. We are like the song, playing even if dreams are on our mind. We really don’t care what people say not when we are living our way like not other way. It’s our moment afterall. Our time. The words of which, the individual words we keep, are our choices, something we create our way, as we move within the world, at this time.

And for the past four years if you have ever stopped by, if you have ever read anything, we say thank you. It means the world that you read what we kept, of our time, our moment. From posts to posts, note to note, even poem to poem, every single word was in gratitude to this thing we call life, this thing we awaken our way, this thing we do in freedom. I hope reading frees you, like it does for me. Here is to many more years of freedom dreaming, our way, for this moment we call life. And to you, may your own life be full of grace. Keep this anniversary.