The art of living · moving through
Survival
After the storm comes the long ordinary middle — the quiet, stubborn work of moving through. Not the triumphant part of the story, but the keeping-on when you cannot yet see why. These are the days we endured, and what they taught us in the dark.
Latest Survival
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Keep mothers!
Motherhood is a journey filled with challenges and joys, and every mother, regardless of her shape, size, or background, plays a crucial role in her family’s success. It’s a magical ability to see that troubles don’t always last, and to celebrate, create, connect, and preserve beauty even amidst pain and love.
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Keep knowing every moment isn’t so bad after all!
Read a mom’s pride in her son’s first coding lesson, transforming a dreaded moment into a testament of growth and positivity
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Keep Olisadubem!
On February 17, 2017, at 4:45 PM, you entered the world surrounded by love. Daddy in green scrubs, Gillian by his side, and me holding you tight. This moment marked the start of your incredible journey into our lives.
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Keep your parenting!
The real work of motherhood begins when the day you never dreamed off arrives. For me, it was this week. I have been holding on to my daughter being my first baby for so long that I secretly refused to see her as the teenager she was becoming. I have been in denial since I…
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Keep walking still!
Some paths will grow damp and uncomfortable and you will have no choice but to walk through. And when your feet get heavy, find something soft and solemn but walk.
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Keep what makes you lazy at times!
Near lazy rivers, you will find rest, find you belong in spaces lazy, like rivers.
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Keep Ranyenna or happy birthday our gift we give back to God!
If you see him, it’s like you see God. In his purest form, there is clarity with life, clarity too with however long or short days may be. If you ask, there is love. The type decisive and smooth with a pulse and delight that is beyond good. With him, everything about a day is…
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Keep Nnem love!
Some people love me. Not in moderation. But the kind of love that will lift you up in the air if necessary. Some people love me. Not in pieces, but love that keeps you full and whole. Some people love me. The kind of love that requires you let it be known if only to…
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Keep your name, Lotanna Belle and Happy Birthday!
To the brightest star we know, the one who forces us to put our hunger on pages, to a wisdom always growing, a patience personified, to all of you that is magical, deeper than any roots we know, to the one we named Belle, beautiful, in memory of our fathers, Happy Birthday. Wishing you so…
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Keep resting in peace Ngugi!
What happens to words after they turn from one tongue to another? Do you think if say I begin with this life na je je, you go understand say me I no like wahala. In the fullness of a day, from the blossom of light in the morning to the twinkle of stars across dark…
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Keep these delights of life!
I’m learning to delight in things that dazzle like light, to bask in the pleasure and knowledge of everything that glimmers after rain, to dwell in moments that kindle, so I kindle too with every moment of life even if for a little while. These words were flowing while nursing a 4 year whose delight…
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Keep this Bloom!
The air in the dark that fills me, shapes me, nurtures me, then refills me again, is the reason why we Bloom. Thank you Ms. Cummings and all of you that see me, see why writing in this manner matters. I cherish and love you all.