Fumbling and Feeling My Way Through a Sacred Sabbatical
Sabbatical isn’t just a vacation or an escape — it is a sacred reclamation. A re-rooting. A return. In this season, I’ve learned so much about myself but these 3 lessons have allowed me to turn this sabbatical into a source.
What More Magic Do I Deserve?
When I arrived in Mexico City, I was met with a familiar symphony: the hum of Spanish conversations, the warmth of the sun filtering through my window, the scents of street food vendors, the buzz of the city: the promise of the dream I’d once dream to live a spacious life guided by community and creativity.
Unpacking Your Purse
The more conversations I have with Black women, women of color, and other marginalized folks in the workplace especially, the more I realize how many of us carry more than we should and how often we need a space and safety to put down our purses, or at the very least unpack them.
Little Things On the Way to Healing
Expertly rangling in the chaos into a mounted beast that carries me back to the space where this may have begun. Into the silent sanctuary, with air peppered with sorrow and grief. I sway sorting lullabies from spells, crooning softly in the waning moonlight. I collapse into 96 pieces of me and all the others I carry inside. I heal with a million little things on the path from now til then.
Self-Celebration
May 20 was supposed to be a day that celebrated the closing of my chapter at NYU: holding commencement ceremonies with my family, friends, and peers. Instead, it’s a day that represents healing and a deeply reflective self-celebration.
