Healing, But Still a Virgo
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They said heal. I'm healing.
They said let go. I'm working on it.
But I’m still triple-checking your grammar…
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Thursday Afternoon Sensory Input
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Somewhere between now and not yet.
There’s something about today. The air is warm, but not urgent. The light hits everything just a little softer. I feel it in my chest, not sadness, exactly, but a kind of stretch…
Read MoreJuly Brings the Women
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This gift of extra days stretched wide and warm, full of stillness, movement, and the women who shape my world. The kind of company that asks for nothing but your presence. I started Friday by honoring my commitment to the YMCA, a place that's become more than work since I began there in November, but a community of familiar faces and shared purpose. My 10 AM finish gave me the perfect window for the three-hour journey to Snellville and my waiting family. They’re vegetarians and lovers of good food—we’ve always shared that language. They prepared a beautiful meal, and we broke bread with gratitude and laughter.
Read MoreFew Antipathies: If I Loved You This Summer
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I’m not in love. But if I were?
It wouldn’t be the type with edge or urgency. No games, no schedule, no emotional calisthenics. Just a long exhale kind of love. One where nobody’s trying too hard, and everything lands just right…
Read MoreFew Antipathies: No Argument with the Air
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Lately, I’ve been releasing the need to convince, explain, or defend. Not because I don’t care but because I care differently. With less friction. Less fight. Fewer antipathies. There was a time when every misunderstanding felt like a challenge. A cue to clarify. A reason to prove I’m thoughtful, considerate, grounded, whole.
But now?
Read MoreFew Antipathies: In Company I Keep
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Some days I do nothing. Other days, I do anything I feel. And once in a while, I do everything. But the thread through it all? I do it alone and I love it that way.
Solitude isn’t an absence for me. It’s not waiting for someone to fill the space. It’s the space I fill. With my thoughts. My pace. My rhythm. My rest. I’m not hiding from people. I’m honoring the person I’ve become…
Read MoreTuesday Afternoon Sensory Input
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I used to equate distance with absence. But absence is only absence when you’re unsure. This isn’t that.
Tuesday Afternoon Sensory Input
Sight.
Her face appears pixel by pixel, slow-loading clarity from another continent. Sunlight in Senegal catches the edge of her cheekbone, and even through the screen, she glows. The image stutters, lag. Then smooths. Then laughter. The miles dissolve in a smile I’ve memorized.
Read MoreFew Antipathies
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I’ve whispered it in blog posts before, few antipathies. Not quite a mantra, not quite a goal. More like a quiet way of being. It means I’m choosing not to hate what doesn’t deserve my energy. It means I’m softening, not folding. Breathing, not bracing. This summer, I’m letting that phrase stretch out and take up space. No longer turning summer into a performance review. No more trying to outrun the heat or outwork the joy. This season, I want lighter meals, lighter moods, and lighter reactions. Stillness over strategy. Ease over effort. Presence over proving.
Read MoreIncongruence
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Raising hell on Saturday night, and praising God on Sunday morning…
There is a tension a lot of people feel but rarely articulate: the dissonance between professed belief and lived behavior, especially when it intersects with expectations around gender roles. When someone invokes God or religion to define what a man “should be” “God-fearing,” “the head,” etc. and yet lives in a way that seems contradictory or even performative, it can stir up a mix of emotions: confusion, frustration, maybe even cynicism.
Read MoreLogical Calisthenics Rep Five, Change Won’t to Will
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Willing. Becoming.
“Won’t” is fear dressed in reason. “Will” is clarity dressed in courage.
I’ve said “won’t” a hundred ways: Not now. Maybe later. I can’t. But when I stopped negotiating with hesitation and just moved something shifted. “Will” doesn’t require certainty. It only asks for presence…
Read MoreLogical Calisthenics Rep Four, Change Lose to Find
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Still Searching. Still Whole.
Loss is a teacher. Finding is a return.
I’ve lost time. People. Versions of myself I thought I’d never live without. But loss carves space. And in that space, something always arrives. A new path. A quieter knowing. A better question…
Read MoreLogical Calisthenics Rep Three, Change Take to Give
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Aligned in Offering
Taking is survival. Giving is evolution.
When I stopped asking, “What can I get from this?” and started asking, “What can I offer?” the math of my life changed. Giving didn’t drain me; it rooted me. Deepened me. Aligned me…
Read MoreLogical Calisthenics Rep Two, Change Fall to Rise
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Grounded & Lifting
Every stumble holds the seed of a lift.
Falling isn’t failure, it’s data. It’s direction. It’s how the ground reminds you you’re still here. Rise isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s a whisper. A toe flex. A breath…
Read MoreLogical Calisthenics Rep One, Change Hate to Love
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Strength in Motion
There’s no trick in the turn just intention.
Hate is easy. It’s reflexive, emotional shorthand for hurt, fear, confusion. But love? Love takes stamina. It’s the long route. The pause. The choice. When I feel that old heat rise, I stop and ask: what would love do here?
Read MoreLogical Calisthenics, Intro
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I’ve been thinking about transformation. Not the kind that happens overnight, but the kind you train for. The internal reps. The mental stretches. The soul shifts.
Logical Calisthenics, something I’ve leaned on for what feels like a decade, offers a way to reflect on how transformation is showing up in my life right now…
Read MoreThe Rituals of People Watching
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Sometimes, the best view isn’t the sunset or the skyline it’s the quiet theater of people just being themselves.
There’s an art to people watching. It’s not just staring, it’s noticing. The small things. The way someone fidgets with their keys while waiting for coffee, staring at their phones on an elevator with limited reception, or how a couple leans closer when they laugh, like their bodies can’t help but remember they’re each other’s favorite person…
Read MoreSweat as a Spiritual Practice
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There’s something that happens when I walk into the gym. Not just physically but emotionally, energetically. No music yet, no reps. Just a stillness. Like I’ve entered a space that demands both effort and honesty. It’s not about punishment, not about ego. It’s about presence.
And when I’m present ( ( F U L L Y ) ) I remember that this, too, is sacred…
Read MoreThe Quiet Gift of Being Asked About Your Day
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We hear a lot of questions in passing… “How are you?” “What’s up?” “Everything good?”
They roll off the tongue like greetings, not always meant to be answered. Just part of the rhythm of daily conversation, like holding the door or nodding to someone in the hallway.
But “How was your day?”…
Read MoreThe Check In Text: “You Good?”
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Sometimes, all it takes is two words.
“You good?”
No frills. No punctuation gymnastics. Just a quick tap on the shoulder of someone’s life, asking if their world is still spinning okay. And more often than not, the reply is just as simple:
“Yeah, I’m good.”
Or maybe, “Not really, but I will be.”
Read MoreThe Weightlessness of Not Explaining Yourself
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There’s a kind of peace that comes from not having to explain yourself. Not because you’re avoiding anything. Not because you’ve shut down or closed off. But because the people around you already get it. You’ve built a rhythm with them intentionally or over time where your boundaries don’t need a presentation, and your choices don’t need a backstory…
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