reflections

these are words we return to.

they are not lessons.

they are not instructions.

they are not something you need to agree with.

they are places to return.

rooted in what Black communities have always protected.

written with the hope that they awaken remembrance,

not because they have something new to teach,

but because you may already be carrying something worth returning to.

may these words accompany you.

peace be with you.

wellth

perhaps wellth is not something we spend our lives searching for. perhaps it is something we spend our lives learning to recognize.

black

when i think about black, i begin with what our communities have always protected.