The unequivocal occupation of herself in her life‘s tapestry. She is composing, situating, making art, being messy, exercising a fierce craftiness, and making it—like gumbo? like jazz? The improvisational impulse of her own artistry.

—Dr. Karla Holloway, Professor at Duke University

 

Welcome to Black Girl Magic & Meditation. This space is used to muse about issues of politics, race and gender, returning home, heartbreak, and the inevitable lost-ness we all feel as we grow up, out, in, and away.

I started this blog at the end of a year of painful endings. I had begun to question everything about the world I navigate. I had especially begun to question myself. Never before was it so necessary for me to gather myself, reflect on where I had diverged, and practice the courage and gratitude needed to get back. I decided to do so in a public arena because I know I’m not alone in going through these experiences.

The phrase black girl magic has been my guiding post as I begin again.

A little over three years ago CaShawn Thompson coined the term Black Girls are Magic, and literal magic was made. The term celebrates the strength, dreams, heartbreak, perseverance, rage, creativity, storytelling, melancholy, glowing melanin, vulnerability, and radical joy that mixes together to make a black woman. It affirms our individual experiences yet connects us across seas.

The title of my blog, Black Girl Magic & Meditation, reflects just that. It is about celebration, healing, connection, and mindful reflection. Mostly, I want this space to uplift the voices of all women. Women whose words and actions have enriched others. And that’s what a lot of this blog will be.

It will be a map of where I’ve been, where I hope to go, and what I hope to learn when I get there.

Feel free to join along for the ride…

It starts here.

ps. Check out the incredible blog Daniah Speaks. This girl understands more about the world than most.

 

“Just because we’re magic, doesn’t mean we’re not real.” – Jesse Williams