-
Keep the gift of misery with grant writing
Read more: Keep the gift of misery with grant writingGrant writing is writing full of misery. Suffering, despair, anxiety, pain, torture, even hell. It has taken years to see that this too is a gift, not pleasure. But a gift. I am on a quest to understand the purpose of this misery and why it matters for writing your best grants. Not your most…
-
Keep beginnings filled with failures!
Read more: Keep beginnings filled with failures!Let them say, you did it your way. You failed and failed. You stood too and stood. You withstood all that fear had in store, down to the last syllable. Still, you weathered the storm. Danced through fire. Circled back to beginnings full of failures and pain. Still you worked. You rose up early and…
-
Keep remembering Papa!
Read more: Keep remembering Papa!I remember these days, like a woman in labor, pain at the thought of pushing, but joy rattling all my being. Sounds pierceing through. Ah, the sound of life, unforgettable. Like you, Papa, my forever love. Rereading your letters. A blessing. Every single word in place. Near my heart. You will always remain. You are…
-
Keep the sound of music!
Read more: Keep the sound of music!Lives healed by the sound of music. And lives restored in the middle of meltdowns, are dancing to their own tunes now. Becoming too, in tune with all the noise, and sorrow, pulling us down, sign of the times and full moon, all the good news, for lives lived beyond these times. I am on…
-
Keep the tenderness and love of sons!
Read more: Keep the tenderness and love of sons!Like mother, like son, the one we named after God, lives like his mother. Always talking, always questioning, if it doesn’t feel right, he will be the first to ask. If it comes to his minds, words will be out and free. Like mother, like son, the one we named after God, sees the world…
-
Keep the heavenly sight of belladonna lily!
Read more: Keep the heavenly sight of belladonna lily!Wild flowers are everywhere. Like me, a woman, full, in bloom. Come soil or rock, I grow, oblivious to the softness or hardness of the other. Life knows me well. I am persistent with all the soil and rock I meet like a Bella Donna Lilly. I was greeted by these large lily like flowers…
-
Keep peace!
Read more: Keep peace!There is a certain kind of peace I long for these days. The kind that lets me be. Free, with no demands. No strings attached, no noise, no worries too. Just a life lived well, my way, because peace flowed like a river.
-
Keep first jobs!
Read more: Keep first jobs!The first job I got right after my undergraduate degree was an internship at the World Organization’s InfoBase. It was for 3 months and I was assigned to work under Dr. Kathleen Strong. My first assignment, look through online databases for the burden of stroke globally. Then enter all the risk factors you see into…
-
Keep scars!
Read more: Keep scars!All my life, I have lived with a scar. Not a big one. Just one I rarely forget. We have lived together, all my life. Learning, though silent, the meaning of things, people, voices, ideas, I dare not forget. Those imprinted forever, still hopeful for too much hope. I have also been told different stories…
-
Keep growing fully and beautifully!
Read more: Keep growing fully and beautifully!There is a kind of peace that flows when you grow fully and beautifully. I am finding that peace for myself with each passing day. It’s in the morning sun, the one that peaks through my window right before 6 am to let me know a new day has begun. It’s in the steps I…
-
Keep ideas like music, like Afrobeats!
Read more: Keep ideas like music, like Afrobeats!I looked into the mirror today. Not the passive glance I often do, when rushing through morning routines, but a deep soulful stare that made me be still for a moment. Here we are, the start of the next phase of my career and all I want is everything. I have no idea why I…
-
Keep joy, like garden eggs!
Read more: Keep joy, like garden eggs!I remember. I have been saying this word lately. As if all memories are fading fast. They seem to be, considering how time seems to run along these days fast. So I remember, once when I took a class in college. It was a sociology class and the focus was on slow food movement or…
My Writings, your inbox,
Writing, for life, for everyone.
Search my writing below.
Recent notes.
About the Author
Juliet Iwelunmor, author and creator, is passionate about sharing her daily writing of wholesome and intentional living. Read Full Bio
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 