Tag: writing
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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 the memories of a pandemic!
5 years later, our hair is slowly greying, bones are still wide, and life is running by without a care. From out the dark, at the beginning of the pandemic, words started to emerge from deep within as we trembled through the world. At first, they were concerned about health care workers, all those literally…
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Keep words like robins on top of branches!
There are days when you don’t know what you are doing. Three notes are written. One remains and begins like this. We need to focus, gain clarity and sweet understanding for all the things masking the guilt that follows. We write hiding from a little boy that calls our name. We stare out a window…
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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 dreaming together!
I saw a flock of blackbirds in the sky today. Each one flying as if together. One flew away, in the opposite direction. Another flew back as if to get it to fly in the right direction. They circled a tree over and over again, perching to rest but flying around again, until there were…
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Keep this women’s day!
You do not have to be happy, you do not have to be international or woman, to know the amazon within you, to let the journey from your head to your heart, know why today is worth celebrating. Tell me your story about being a woman and I’ll tell you mine plus the strength that…
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Keep these wishes!
In the book of wishes, Eve Merriam, wished that we would learn to love darkness as well as light. She wished we would also remember that trees need roots below to grow up to the sky. So too this thing called dreams. I am learning these days to bask in moments dark as well as…
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Keep the genesis of Bloom!
About 16 years ago today, my family and I gathered together to bury my dearest father. I still vividly remember many symbols from that day. All his children for example, wore white, particularly a thick white cloth common among Delta Igbos of Nigeria, called Akwa Ocha. My dad’s burial was the first time I had…
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Keep love!
Love doesn’t need translation. Not when it translates itself. Picture this, a little boy, almost 5 years old, in a grey shirt and blue pants, with arms outstretched as if reaching to the moon and stars above, and the words love you to the moon and back, written next to the moon and stars, and…
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Keep the lessons of trees!
The briefest of rain will remind of how red maple trees are trees and content, always, for not a single red maple tree you see, speaks a word of complaint, neither do they have questions nor answers to give, yet they live as though they have been told to live, with their red leaves bursting…
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Keep this fire!
Rumi notes that pure gold delights in fire. The same also for the beginning of ideas. I’m in a phase where, together with a dynamic team, we are birthing ideas solid like gold. We are also passing through fire.
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Keep these thoughts
We know that anger helps, hunger for solutions too. We know that despair stiffens and joy seems for red birds far from the skies. We know these times are full of fear, these days are truly hard to bear, and even if they rule with no care, at least our hands are bare.