My dear sisters and brothers, elders and seekers, I welcome you into this space with an open heart. Today, I want to talk to you about something that sits very deep within our marrow. It is something we often feel as a quiet tugging at our souls, a whisper from those who came before us, asking us…
In our modern, fast-paced world, we have become a society that is obsessed with the “new.” We chase the latest technology, the freshest trends, and the most recent voices. In this frantic pursuit of what is next, we have inadvertently turned our backs on the very foundations that hold us up. We have sidelined our…
There is a specific kind of ache that many of us in the Diaspora carry. It is a quiet, persistent longing that often feels like trying to remember the lyrics to a song you haven’t heard since childhood. You know the melody is there, humming in your blood, but the words remain just out of reach. For many Black individuals raised…
Life has a way of leaving us with scars that we didn’t ask for. For many of us, especially as Black women navigating a world that doesn’t always see our value, those scars can begin to define us. We carry the weight of what was done to us, the stories of what we lost, and the heavy mantle of…
There is a quiet, persistent hum that exists just beneath the surface of our daily lives. You might feel it as a sudden intuitive nudge during a difficult meeting, a sense of “knowing” when you meet someone new, or perhaps a recurring dream that feels more like a memory than a fantasy. This is not…
In the quiet spaces of our lives, many of us carry an ache that we cannot quite name. It shows up in the way we hold our breath when the phone rings, the way we struggle to set boundaries with those we love, or the persistent feeling that we are never quite “enough.” For many…
For many of us, there is a quiet, persistent hum that resonates deep within our bones. It is a frequency that speaks of ancient things, of moonlight rituals, of the healing properties of herbs, and of the profound wisdom held by our grandmothers. Yet, for too long, many Black women have been taught to fear…
There is a particular kind of silence that many of us have been taught to carry. It is a heavy, suffocating quiet that sits in the back of the throat and the pit of the stomach. For the Black woman, this silence is often marketed as “strength” or “resilience,” but in reality, it is often…
Have you ever had those moments where everything seems to fall perfectly into place? You meet exactly the right person at the right time, a solution to a long-standing problem appears out of thin air, or you simply feel a profound sense of peace regardless of what is happening around you. In the Yoruba tradition,…
There is a profound, rhythmic pulse that beats within the heart of Yoruba cosmology, a pulse that has guided our ancestors through the best of times and the most turbulent of storms. When we talk about finding our way back to ourselves, a process I often refer to as The Remembering, we eventually encounter the…
