Come out of hiding. . .

🌎 The world needs to see you

Walk with me. I promise we will find our way.

Walk with me. I promise everything is okay.

Walk with me. Walk beside me. Walk in the light and past any decay.

All I can say is, I am here for you. I think it is in my nature. I will always be there for you, as long as I can first be there for myself.

Wash your hands in the river of life.

Are your hands clean? My hands are clean too. 

All I can say is, I am sorry it happened. It should not have happened to you, but it has happened to all of us.

Wash your hands in the river of life.

Don’t you know how beautiful your soul is? My soul is beautiful too.

I wrote a love letter to myself last week. I am not sure it is complete.

Prompt: Write a love letter to yourself. Sit with the emotions that come up.
Fill yourself with gratitude.

We had so many family albums growing up. Some of them were filled with photographs of my mother’s life in Jamaica, her arrival to America, and my father’s arrival to America from Nigeria.

In the back of one of them I found a stack of love letters my father had written to my mother. I understood in that moment the tangibility of love. I felt it currenting through my hands and I am sure she did too as she read them. I do not know where those albums or love letters are today, but they are in my heart.

Today is my father’s 60th birthday. He lived and worked outside of the USA in my formative years and that absence permeated my conscious for many years, but I have done everything I can to build a relationship with him today which feels good to me. While mom is no longer here, I am grateful he can celebrate a landmark birthday today back in his homeland, Nigeria.

My mom, brother, and dad before I was born (circa 1991)

I woke up in a sweat last week (cue the dramatic music lol). It was a nightmare about some numbers I needed to reconcile at work (go figure lol). But the dream came with a message. Not a single line added up to the number one.

We enter this world as one. We leave this world as one. Yet, we can only become one in this lifetime by being a part of the whole; by contributing to mankind; by balancing our karma (cause and effect) by fulfilling our dharma (purpose).

I am happy to share in the coming weeks I will be published for the second time. My poem, “Where Are Your Wings?” has been picked up by Bauhaus Weimar’s Lucia Verlag. I first shared this poem with you here on July 9th. The poem will be featured in an offshoot book and all proceeds will go to Each One Teach One, a Berlin-based community and empowerment organisation for people of colour. I will share the link for purchase once I have it.

I am attending a Berlin-based book fair to pitch ICARUS at the end of this month. Step by step . . . Onward and upward with love and purpose. Thank you.

I love you, from Eve

Here in Eden there are many words

we are creating and birthing.

What is this feeling with no name?

A warm, grounded essence I cannot contain.

It sways with the breeze in the trees.

It flows like the waves at the sea.

I watch you grow, and I grow too.

I watch you explore, and I discover you.

Here in Eden there are many words

we are creating and birthing.

This is something new. All I can say is,

I love you.