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.

A Thing Called, Perfect

When we think we have it all, we don’t. You wouldn’t catch me saying it but there isn’t a thing called, perfect; no, perfect is not that perfect or cracked up to be. It is convoluted. It makes the perfect story, the best headline for the billboard charts but it is incomplete, a semicolon on a luggage of many Amens.

© Angela Aguiar

Winking Back at Yeah

Innocent as the bird man could have made her. Raw about life as raw existed. Clueless as the lessons learned along the way. Fresh out of water as the fish who couldn’t swim. Living her best life, rocking a dope smile, iconic box braids, glitter melanin, looking cool, skinny as twig, ready to hit the world. This girl who barely said hi, had no idea what layed ahead, what life’s roadmap looked like, how it would wink back at her. Flying like an eagle she would, smiling always, on her way to her life’s journey tomorrow, she is.

© Angela Aguiar