ARTIST. GRIOT. ACTIVIST

Old habits die hard they say. Sometimes it takes a real rattling of the soul and the rumbling through one’s core to uproot and disperse of familiar patterns. And there is such deep comfort in the familiar, even if the familiar is that poisonous continuum that rots your being. It’s somewhat a case of the devil you know being better than the angel you don’t know.

It thus requires intention and dedication and sometimes the pendulum will swing too far to the opposite end causing the desired change to be banal and badly thought through. And as a result, is an irritating emptiness to the whole thing and then one wonders why punish oneself going through the motions?

Change is good but it must come in subtle yet noticeable increment. It is important to pay attention to each subtle change, read the room and decide if you need to erase, rewind, and restart or carry on until the cells that wire together, fire together.

The implosion that occurred inside of me some years back had exploded me, and it is slowly occurring to me that I have stubbornly held things in check till I am now shredded into tiny, ineffectual fragments. The good thing is that I break open, no longer afraid, the downside though is that lack of fear is an act of sheer folly and that should not be my portion. Not anymore.

I like naked things; I like the nakedness of things, but I must be cautious that I am not forever fighting the flower to reveal its core because after a while it folds back its petals and exposes a thorn for me to prick my thumb on

I must tread in faith, and this faith is not struggle; it is surrender. It is not cleaving; it is letting go. It is not acquisition; it is distribution. It is not tension; it is release. Faith is not matter; it is spirit. Faith is not scheming; it is accomplishing. Faith is trust. Trust in the Divine. Trust in the Divine’s trust in one’s faith. Faith is care-lessness till one cease to care at all.

There is something in me anxious to be born…