The Reason Behind My Voice

As 2022 ends, I greet it with nothing but sheer gratitude. This year was not without its challenges, but there was also the moments of joy.                                                                       Photo captured in September 2022 I am grateful for the good, the bad and everything in between. I am also grateful for this space where I get to show up as my authentic self and where my writing doesn't have to be perfect.  There are a few things I will remember most about 2022 - Surviving Covid-19. My family and friends surviving Covid-19. Fighting acne.  Loving and losing.  Finding a skincare routine that works.  Learning to let go of what wasn't mine.  Shedding dead weight. I took my meditation practice seriously.  I took my healing seriously.  Going back to therapy. Wondering if I would meet my deadlines for my book.  Fighting imposter syndrome.  Fighting depression.  Finding love and not knowing it was love. Launching my second book. Deciding to give love a chance. P

  My book baby #2 is out! Of Rivers and Oceans is truly a labour of love.  I spent the last two years working tirelessly on this body of work. It was indeed a tumultuous two years. Between the pandemic, family issues, heart breaks, a toxic work environment, love, joy, therapy, and breakthroughs, it was imperative that I found time to write and compile this beauty. In the end, I must say I am pleased with this collection.  My editor, Steinberg Henry, and I went back and forth with the collection for about six months selecting the pieces and arranging them. Mr. Henry is an esteemed Dominican writer. He is the author of several books, including Calypso Drift and Calypso Drift On Water.   A lot of work and thought went into each poem. That was the vision I had for ORAO. I wanted it to be intentional from cover to cover.  Of Rivers and Oceans can be described as a celebration of heritage, history, healing, and home. Every poem in the collection tells a story of its own yet they all work to

                                                                      Photo by  Simon Berger  on  Unsplash One lesson I have been avoiding is how temporary everything can be. I thought that the longer I evaded this lesson, is the longer it would not apply to me.  Unfortunately, that impermanence also extends to our bonds and relationships. My good friend Novie says, "We do not own people." And that is very true. We do not own their human experiences nor do we get to dictate how long people stay in our lives . They can walk away when the need arises. We are allowed to go our separate ways. We often want to stay longer than we should and want to fight for love and relationships, when these things should come easy. We often give in to the urge to stay even when things are no longer healthy. Some of us even stay to the detriment of ourselves and mental health. Photo by   Aleks Marinkovic   on   Unsplash Seasons change, people evolve, and that is fine. If we come to see our bonds

  Photo by  Annie Spratt  on  Unsplash For the past two years, life has been life-ing.  It appears that we aren't able to catch a break in recent times. For some, these hardships extend farther than the last two years. It is no secret that life has not been easy. We are still battling a global pandemic, mental and emotional exhaustion, inflation, rising gas prices, and recession (although we aren't claiming it). If I did not know better I would think that this was the end. Things seem out of control. But what do we do when the world seems upside down? I have concluded that there are just some things that we can not change. Photo by  Nathaniel Worrell  on  Unsplash In the meantime, I try to remember the things I can control; like 1. My breath: I have learned to slow down my breathing and measure my breaths. There are several breathing techniques out there but my favorite is box breathing. Feel free to look up this technique or try out other meditations on the Insight Timer app.

  Photo by  annie pm  on  Unsplash As we celebrate National Poetry Month, I figured it is fitting to share my favorite poetry collections with you.  Poetry can be such a joy. I know many detest the art form as it tends to be intimidating but for some of us poetry is a balm.  I have always loved books but some modern poetry collections resonated differently. They've helped me step out of the shadows and into my voice.  I believe that good poetry is like medicine. When I am spiraling or need a pep talk I just grab one of the poetry books from the bookshelf, run myself a bath and let the words work their magic. If I had not found poetry when I did Lord knows where I would be.  This is why I have chosen Rupi Kaur's The Sun and Her Flowers as my first pick to share with you.  Photo by  Sincerely Media  on  Unsplash Lessons from The Sun and Her Flowers Flowers and plants can teach us a lot about ourselves. We go through stages too. We wilt, we root, we will fall but we can rise and b

Photo by  Karl Magnuson  on  Unsplash  What makes a woman?  Here is a question I have been asking myself and some around me for years. I have struggled to define womanhood, and to an extent, so have those around me.  If we look back at history and compare it to the present, one thing is for sure, the definition of a woman has changed over time. The definition of a woman is no longer what it used to be. It is safe to say that the nuances of “woman” have evolved, as they should.  The pre-contemporary woman was identified by her temperament and demeanor. A good woman submitted to patriarchy, was docile and fertile. There was no place for a woman to be her person much less to take up space or have a voice.  The modern woman, on the other hand, is nothing short of revolutionary. She is strong-willed and does whatever she puts her mind to. The primitive will call her selfish but the millennials call her admirable. Photo by  Junior REIS  on  Unsplash I remember asking several women around me

                               Until the lion has learned to write, every story will glorify the hunter.    - An African Proverb Photo showing Manchile at his book launch in Grand Bay  Historian and author Mr. Harian  Manchile  Henry is a true son of the soil. He attended the Grand Bay Boys School and then moved to England, where he furthered his education.  In 1982, he attended a lecture series by Mr. Yosef Benjamin Jochannan and Ivan Van Sertima. Two great men whose findings have had a tremendous impact on Black history. Manchile has made considerable contributions to Dominican history. He has lectured in St. Lucia, St. Thomas, and Dominica. In 2020, he hosted a radio show on Liberty FM in St. Lucia. Mr. Henry firmly believes in passing on the knowledge of our past to younger generations to ensure posterity. Hence the reason he frequently visited schools such as the Pierre Charles Secondary School in Dominica. In his recent contribution A Brief History of Grand Bay,  he retells stori

                                                  I Am Not Alone.                                                                                  Photo by Saffu on Unsplash If we are anything alike, then you most likely value solitude. And there is nothing wrong with that. However, there are lessons that we need to learn alone and those we need to learn through community.  Photo by Hans Vivek on Unsplash I am finally brave enough to embrace a lesson that the Universe has been trying to teach me for some time now. Whenever I go through hard times, my first instinct is to isolate myself. I have been afraid to let others in (with good reason of course). I was afraid to ask for help or reach out.  Recently I came to realize that I am not alone and every dry spell, drought, or wilderness I had to walk through, there was always someone walking me home. I was not alone when I was rendered homeless twice. I was not alone when I had to move out. Neither was I alone when I moved from apartmen