For 32: The Practice of Letting Go

Thirty-three. A year many refer to as your "Jesus Year." Scholars believe that 33 is the year that Jesus started a spiritual and political revolution that led to his crucifixion. It's a year meant to put you on a different path than the ones you were on before. The year you put the things together… Continue reading For 32: The Practice of Letting Go

Love notes to my body and the slow work of God

I begin my days with the start of the prayer of Teilhard de Chardin: Above all, trust in the slow work of God. Time is something that moves slowly these days. Time between the next blood draw, the next doctor's visit, the next thing to change about my daily routine to adapt to new realities.… Continue reading Love notes to my body and the slow work of God

Held

I never thought that sitting outside, the rays of the sun kissing my face and dancing off of my dark skin would feel so rare and necessary. Today is my 53rd day in some type of self-quarantine or shelter-in-place since returning from Thailand at the end of February. I didn't know when I was on… Continue reading Held

Separation, Distance

The coronavirus had been on my mind since early January because I was scheduled to go to Thailand for vacation and work in February, and I was unsure if I should or would be able to go. I carefully watched each day as cases and deaths in China continued to rise, and held my breath… Continue reading Separation, Distance

Resetting

I was reminded recently at church that rest is an act of worship. That I must remember Mama Angelou's words that the world will keep going even if I stop to breathe. That it is in these moments that I pause to take in the beauty of the world. I recently went to Alaska for… Continue reading Resetting

A Moment in Detroit

On a quiet road in an old Detroit neighborhood, you'll turn a corner and be greeted by vibrant displays of outdoor art. The Heidelberg Project, as it is called, was started by Tyree Guyton on Detroit's Eastside. It is a labor of love borne from a history of the desecration of black bodies and histories,… Continue reading A Moment in Detroit

“Finally, We Eat, and Our Children Play”: Reflections on a Visit to Cuba

Cuando me veo y toco yo, Juan sin Nada no más ayer, y hoy Juan con Todo, y hoy con todo, vuelvo los ojos, miro, me veo y toco y me pregunto cómo ha podido ser. - de "Tengo", Nicolas Guillen Tengo. I first fell in love with Cuba over the poem "Tengo" by Nicolas… Continue reading “Finally, We Eat, and Our Children Play”: Reflections on a Visit to Cuba

A White Man Called Me “Nigger” in the BART Station Yesterday

A white man called me 'nigger' in the BART station yesterday. He was standing alone on the platform. He watched me as I came down the escalators, hatred shining in his eyes as I drew closer. He glared at me and then he hurled the word out of his twisted mouth, as if he were spitting… Continue reading A White Man Called Me “Nigger” in the BART Station Yesterday

Reminders

One of the greatest gifts I have allowed myself to receive in my life are the reminders that I find of things that I need to recall or remember. Sometimes a word, a conversation, a photograph. I just have to be ready to listen. Last night I went to a celebration in Oakland in honor… Continue reading Reminders

Caltrain Journeys

Five days a week I take the same train on most days. The 7:56am Baby Bullet from San Francisco 4th and King to Redwood City. Redwood City is one of the multiple cities found in the peninsula of the Bay Area, also known as Silicon Valley. It isn't a place that I would have ever… Continue reading Caltrain Journeys