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 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.
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Keep Mother’s Day!
If you ask me which blessings are wild, I may speak of the day I smiled next to a lion, moments where my walk was straight and confident, the day we held hands in the sight of many stands tall, so too the moment we laid eyes on a country life. Something’s have forced me…
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Keep this people lesson!
Here, people come together. Call it culture, call it a festival, but here, people come together, whether the wind blows or the the trees bend, whether the sun and its moon explodes or the stars refuse to twinkle at night, still here, people come together, whether it rains or snows, whether absolute or flawed, whether…
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Keep Easter!
The enormity of rain, with all its drops, that thrust from the skies above to the earth below, is that it empties itself out, Iike words written as if from the core of an empty tomb. Only the tomb is not empty and we have memorized how to rise from the dead and these words…
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Keep your gifts from God or Happy Birthday Chiwetel!
Some children can be smooth, full of ease, while others can be rough, with little peace. Some can give gifts others withhold, rising and setting like the sun on any day. Others teach you nothing but silence and prayers plus rest for the night. You give us all this and more, with our hearts understanding…
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Keep the generation who choose hope!
There is a generation whose morals may cause fear to creep in. When you see them dragging themselves into a mud of darkness, when you see them slide over snakes as if they are one, when you see them loop around together in an image that only tells the story of themselves. Don’t worry for…
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Keep this love…
If in the end, only one memory remains, I hope it helps you remember the moment where you loved like a star.
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Keep these meltdowns!
When I look back to that day, look back to the first day, the bright side day, always, I see the day isn’t waiting. It is long gone. Nothing about the first day remains. Except it’s music or sound. Not its rain or storm. Except the gratitude that follows. Such is the story of meltdowns that…