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There is power in your name. Study its history, its origin. Love on it. Write it down, ball up the paper, see how it unfolds. No matter how many hard or soft covers beckon its beginning and end; no matter how many faces they give it, there it is. Etched inside. Parting red seas. A water mark that recedes and washes ashore. Again. There is power in The Name – inherited or gifted. So keep going. Keep being planted. And rise again. And walk again. And cry again. And have joy. Again.


And we must learn to release the grip around our enemy’s necks. Free our hands for something…more. Forgive our dreams for being nightmares (at times). Give a fist bump to the things you once thought were ruining your life. Ride in cars with tax collectors, realtors, and practitioners. Ask the great Prince of Peace to take the wheel (of fortune; of misfortune). Get dog tired of the spinning. For none of it is ours to grip, to hold, [I 🙏🏽 the Lord my soul…] to keep 🤲🏽.


Careful with your voice. It carries a vibration. Different than sketching words onto lined canvases.
When you speak it is a forced-feeding of sorts. It is your self outside of itself.
Walking beside another. Braiding her hair. Shaving his beard. Coming closer and closer to orifices that don’t belong to the original speaker. Being chewed, swallowed. Digested. Coming out another’s end – looking nothing like it did before.
Careful. With your voice.


Once we realize how imprisoned we are…. Only then can we appreciate broken cages Can we admit to the ache in our wings Can we recognize the great importance of a call(in’), its song, and its flight
