When I was a child, I dreamed of becoming a professional singer. People always assume dance is my first love, but really it has always been singing. I begin to realize that I also had a talent for dancing later on, so my singing sessions in my room turned into full on shows as I structured full… Continue reading Soaring Hearts
As of late, I have realized that I can be a preeeeetty complicated woman. Even with my complications, I strive for excellence in basically everything I do. If I could let you in on a little secret though, I dislike heavily that I am not perfect. (Hate would be a better word but I'm working… Continue reading Uprooting
"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different."- C.S. Lewis You know what one of the greatest threats to Christianity? In the past, I would say sin but as I've walked deeper in my faith I have learned and continuously been reminded that the greatest threat… Continue reading Open Door
It's 2:03 am on Sunday morning... and, technically a month since I graduated. Today, or yesterday rather, was quite a day.. I ministered in dance at my first conference, unofficially but officially kicking off my dance ministry under the name Selah Grace Ministries. The weeks leading up to this moment had\\ been sprinkled with fear,… Continue reading More.
It was thirty minutes into the ceremony, and I had just been escorted onto the Coliseum floor amongst the other graduates. You damn right, I had made it just in time for my own graduation. Before I could realize how far I had actually come, I peeped over my shoulder to acknowledge every hinderance that stood in my way. I took the time to appreciate each hardship that had once sprouted, but they all seemed to appear unfamiliar. Unfamiliar, because I was no longer who I once was. I was no longer able to identify the mayhem that once caused internal havoc.
Upon landing on campus, I took the time to analyze what I had gotten myself into. I glanced down at my schedule, then cheerfully let my head oscillate to enjoy a versatile scenery. Alternatively, I had been hit with a lack of interest and a divergent demeanor. It…
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If there is one thing I love it is black art. I have so many pictures saved on my phone that show the wonder of being a black woman on canvas. There is just something pleasing to my soul to see art that resembles me, encourages me, and represents my history, my present, and my… Continue reading Dove’s Eyes
If you could design the perfect house, what would it be like? For me personally, I would have a library of all my favorite books, a dance studio where I could choreograph and teach class every single day, a kitchen with unlimited snacks and a private chef, a huge bedroom with an gorgeous spa… Continue reading For The Spirit
This semester, I was faced with the overwhelming responsibility of choreographing a piece for my Senior Project class. Anyone who knows me, knows that this project has been highly anticipated since I officially became a dance major in Fall of 2013. I have went through hell and hot water to make sure I take the… Continue reading The Heart Check.
As long as I could remember, I have always felt different. In elementary school, I was one of the few black girls whose mom would always dress her up in skirts and dresses while the other kids wore bermuda shorts and Abercrombie shirts. In middle school, I was the black girl who talked proper but… Continue reading Chosen.
About a week ago, I had a breakdown that was way overdue. When I say overdue, I mean that if this breakdown would have happened earlier in the summer, it wouldn't have been as bad as it was. But me being me, I like to ignore the fact that i'm struggling at times. I tend… Continue reading Heavy.