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 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…
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Keep smiling!
These days we are encountering the beauty of life, smiling as we sit and dream, uncovering the wonder within, letting our souls wander too, as we let our sons of color, like sun and its color, light up the dark. If there is ever a moment to love humans, as tricky and mean as we…
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Keep the many phases of motherhood!
All a mother needs for strength these days are in the eyes of those she birthed. For her, nothing remains the same and opening up is like Spring season, a moment when words start to speak on their own whether silently or loud. For her, the sun never goes down. The moon is like a…
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Keep knowing this is life is for spinning again!
The sounds I hear this evening are of the footsteps of little boys, thuds from books dropping, clanging of tall beige blinds, opening or closing of doors, pages of books too, little boys reading out loud, on bears, about bears, that we question what we are doing here. There are cups clanging, plates too, little…
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Keep Olisadubem or God being your guide always!
We call him Olisa. His full name if you ask is Olisadubem. But everyone calls him Olisa. The idea of naming our child after God is a treasure we will forever keep. He is as God is. Full of himself, as his ways are not ours. Still we know and see God in him, pray…