Life And Its Seasons

Everything in life has its season to emerge, to flourish, and to bear fruit. Those who plant always carry the expectation of a good harvest, and along the way, they learn the art of patience and emotional balance. They understand that growth requires space, steady dedication, work from dawn to dusk, and trust the process, learn to wait, have faith, which quietly performs the miracle of birth until the day of harvest arrives.

To reap is to complete a task with honor. It is the natural reward for those who uses time wisely to care for what is theirs to do—work that brings both purpose and pleasure. As the say goes: “Sow and create, and joy will be yours.” And as the day springs to life, brimming with promises calling us to bathe in the warmth and radiance of tomorrow, may it become as beautiful and joyous as we hope. Smile always as life is for the living.

The Psychedelic Road Trip: Grief

Describe grief. There are no words or amount of phrases that will constitute a complete sentence to it. It is an indescribable road trip all of us, liking it or not, will one day end up taking, whether by boat, plane, bicycle, bike or automobile of feelings on a bind, whatever way, it will happen unless we go first, and how we deal with it is one potato soup of bridges. It is an avalanche of thrifty separation, an anxiety of discarded collective uncertainties that pour like rain drops at moments notice. Not a roadmap was ever designed on how to best circumvent the thunderstorm of feelings wrapped around the chest of incurable cheats, as it is an individual journey, but time in the long run is the best antidote in the market. How long will one be stuck on taking the pill?! Only God knows. Keep the faith. Don’t despair. My thoughts and prayers are with you. Be strong, they say, but what can I say? It has only been ninety five days?! I am still looking at the door. It ain’t opening. It is still closed!🤷🏽‍♀️🕊 ✝️