Wednesday, May 31, 2017


This month came with Cinco de Mayo, May the Fourth, the birth of a colleague's baby, finally getting out of town (the cabin fever was starting to get to me) over long weekends for quality time with family and friends and wedding parties in Atlanta and New Jersey. How lucky :)

I explored the breathtaking Storm King, mostly by tram, and made a favorite place out of it. Still on Storm King and favorites, Aziz Ansari and team did justice to the second season of Master of None. Spotlighting Storm King and parts of Italy added to my wanderlust, and ignited travel fantasies of Venice in me. In the same breath, while I was lusting after cities, an old friend was dreaming about traveling with me, and in real life, a strange woman I met at a bar on Memorial Day would tell me all about her life, her children and her Tanzanian sisters who lived in Italy.

At the job front, started out dealing with frustrations and excruciating boredom, and this past week accepted two new leadership roles. Volunteered some more in my local community and celebrated awards with high school students I mentor. Reached a 100 day streak of meditation, and the following day, ran out of hotel wifi to continue. Said yes to help when a college buddy offered to set my groceries in the fridge, and turned down invitations to participate in high profile events that held no personal value. Finished John Bradshaw's Homecoming (life changing read), wrote a ton of letters by hand and didn't mail a single one. Resolved conflicts lovingly, and turned down a couple stupid advances from confused men.

Oh yea! Can't forget this soul-shifting episode with Dr. Phil Zimbardo on the Tim Ferriss podcast: How to Not Be Evil

Overall, this was a wealthy, healthy month, however I must get back to yoga, and pick up bike riding. As June dusks in the morning, we'll look forward to welcoming variants and seizing opportunities, but tonight we close out May soaking up TED wisdom, Davido, and #Covfefe.

Monday, May 15, 2017

Press Play

Let go of your participation in frequent time travel trips to a past where you could have a chance to redo perfectly. 

What you do when you do this, you ask? 
You panic. Do you not see this? You direct your focus on keeping old events in your current pages. You pursue relevance in retrospect. In stills. You hold on to comfort zones, not wanting to have to do the work all over again. You ignore your present opportunities and gifts. You deny your present blessings. 

Even though there is no comfort here, I need you to come forth. Move on. 
Accept that today, which is the only given, you are no longer involved with each other the way you used to be. You are no longer the object of his affection, and that road has brought you here, to this place, today. 

Take your loss graciously. It takes courage, and courage you have plenty. You will evaluate where you are right now, appreciate it, and with your head held up, you will look forward. Ahead. That energy is all yours, baby. It’s your power, gather it and all of you. Purposefully channel it into your becoming. You are love. Become love. 

Now you know your pain. That soft, vulnerable place, the thought of which frightens you, and makes you unwittingly rush to protect. You are so brave, and I hold you in admiration. This one will not jail you, let it teach you. This time, you will stop fighting and surrender your ego. It's bruised, I know. Put it aside and you will be better for it. Trust me.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Arbitrary Constant

Rain, sleepless nights from squabbling neighbors, two week long sneezing bout, steady progress with kindle reads, real skin hunger, travel planning and commitments, painful wistfulness, an epic friendship week, game night hosting, Hillsong live (whoosh!), volunteering, video calls from Ghana, designing a life, phone calls from London, a stomach virus, a tiny values victory (Weiner), a fave gym instructor quit and I cancelled my gym class membership (eek!) ...

Through it all, I am the constant.

Song for my mama - Ochie Dike

Ochie Dike (Mama) feat. Onyeka Onwenu - Phyno

Tuesday, May 2, 2017


Feels like a breadcrumb trail from an eearlier post

Wikipedia: "Chi"
How validating it is when the son of the soil comes into herself. Not only is she one with, but also from an extraordinary wealth of culture, one that is deeply-rooted in spirituality. Igbo Kwenu! Yes, the tribe is a part of me.

Evolver regardless.