Sacred Pause

Taking Up Space

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A cozy living room glows with golden lamplight as a young Black girl sits on the carpet, surrounded by crayons, stickers, stationery, and playful scraps of paper. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity as waves of vibrant energy in red, gold, blue, and pink spiral through the air like unseen magic made visible. This sacred space becomes a portal of imagination, protection, and expansion, where creativity and spirit intertwine, and a future self begins to form from dreams scribbled in color and joy.

Taking Up Space One of my ongoing lessons in life is about taking up space. I didn’t have my own bedroom for part of my childhood, but the desire for a space of my own was always alive in me. The carpet in our living room became my magical playground. The space under the dining … Read more

When She Leads Me into the Fire

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A Black woman sits cross-legged on a soft surface, bathed in radiant golden-orange light. Her eyes are looking downward in focused stillness. Her hands rest near her womb in an intuitive, centered gesture, suggesting presence, breath, and inner ritual. Her skin glows with warmth as the light casts soft shadows across her body, evoking themes of transformation, ancestral connection, and embodied clarity. The overall tone reflects emotional resilience, the power of pausing, and the sacred act of staying present in the fire.

When She Leads Me into the Fire I’ve been moving through heavy waves. I’m facing conflict, protecting my peace, and sitting with the tension between disappointment and fulfillment. Scarcity and abundance. Boundaries and connection. All of these energies are alive in me. I’m reflecting, breathing and living through them right now. Some days, I feel … Read more

Golden Pulse of Becoming

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A radiant Black woman with deep brown skin sits on a softly lit bed, wrapped in a flowing gold robe that catches the sunlight like fire. Her locs cascade over her shoulders as she gazes forward in quiet reflection, her profile illuminated by golden streaks of morning light pouring through half-closed blinds. The room glows with warmth and stillness, as if time itself has slowed to honor her presence. Light dances across her skin, revealing the sacred intensity of someone deep in remembrance—alive in her becoming, steady in her truth, pulsing with the clarity of a new season.

Golden Pulse of Becoming It’s my half birthday today. That alone feels like a portal. A soft, steady drumbeat calling me to pause, look around, and remember. The air feels different—charged, like it’s waiting for me to speak something into existence. I don’t need a reason to make today sacred. I am the reason. Before … Read more