Friday’s Inspiration

How was your week? This week was busy, but good. It was a relief to find a a groove. It took all of January, really. It was the kind of groove that allowed me to show up. To wake before the kids most days and spend time alone again, finding myself and my thoughts. My words, most of all. It’s funny, it’s taken a while for me to find my early wake-up to be a glorious beat again. I think part of it was sheer sleepinees. And another part was being on an obvious pause from the book, and feeling deserving of stubbornly waking up and starting the routine for the day. Both worlds need to exist, right? I’m thankful for the break in the early am routine. But equally thankful to have access to early mornings in which I find true grounding and joy, that don’t feel like a chore.

This weekend, I’ll continue on the routine and use the time to move my body instead of my fingers. In the day, I’ll find myself moseying around the city with kids, even though the wind says otherwise.

I hope you have a good one, and here’s what inspired me this week:

All in the details pictured above.

Brokers fees are effectively banned in New York.

Hand appliqué on organic cotton. Be still my heart.

The Bluest Eye, my February read.

” it was the first business owned by a black woman in that pocket of present-day Washington Heights on Broadway and West 158th Street.”

BOBBY LOVE, HELD ON WITH EVERY BREATH.

Celebrating Valentine’s Day can be a radical act.

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2 thoughts on “Friday’s Inspiration

  • Reply Britania Hutchinson February 9, 2020 at 9:17 pm

    The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison was such a melancholy novel. I turned each page hoping for a silver lining, but was disappointed even more so with the ending. Paradise was my favorite so far.

    • Reply latonya February 10, 2020 at 9:18 pm

      ahhh, i am worried about that to be honest. Especially in February/ March. Hoping that the hope for spring makes it easier. But also that, I find contentment in like not being settled with it. Thank you so much for sharing!

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