Yemaya, The moon is full and I am overflowing with the myriad things inside me. I drench myself in blues around my waist and feel the weight of beads against my skin. Cool to the touch they ground me in you as the tides get higher. Yemaya, Please see me. Walking toward you sideways through… Continue reading Everything Can Wait
“Shards of glass can cut and wound or magnify a vision. Mosaic celebrates brokenness and the beauty of being brought together” ― Terry Tempest Williams, Finding Beauty in a Broken World At the beginning of this year in January, I thought that my cosmetics and skincare products were turning against me. And I was panicked and confused… Continue reading 28 – “Annotation and Redaction,” Part 1
Odelia Younge 