Intentionality As A Tool for Authentic Living

With a solid week of 2018 in the books, how are we doing? Are we still all guns blazing with intention? What about our creative and spiritual gifts? Are we adamantly designing the lives we claim to want, or is it a very real temptation Continue reading Intentionality As A Tool for Authentic Living

Finding The Inspiration to Continue

The longer I live, the more I appreciate:

  1. A new sunrise;
  2. A rare moon;
  3. Blankets of fallen leaves bedazzled in red, gold, purple, yellow, and other nameless colors;
  4. Laughter;
  5. Prolonged sleep on a rainy Saturday morning in Fall; and,
  6. Clarity in the creative process.

Right now, these simple and free gifts are giving me Continue reading Finding The Inspiration to Continue

‘How’ Do You Know?

Who I Say I Am

What were you born to do? Is there even such a thing as being born to do something? How can you know for certain? At what point along the journey do you receive confirmations about your gifts, purpose, or calling? How can we have clarity about the answers to these questions?

These questions confound most of us at some point in our lives; yet, I’m convinced that no two answers are exactly the same. This is because no two people ever see the world exactly the same way.

Continue reading ‘How’ Do You Know?

Masquerading

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It’s throwback Thursday
so I wrote a rhyme
to take you way
back through my time

Venture with me
if you will
while I make your time
stand still

When girls rocked braids
instead of locs
when boys spit lyrics
on the blocks

When nerds like me
remained inside
‘cuz carryin’ books
was cause for chiii…ding
anyone who dared to be
a different personality

Street prophets
moved with swag
dismissed the beauty
that they had

Vulllll…nerable
yet full of fright
miiight … ier
but playing small
afraid of what would be their fall

Flexin’
halfway playing strong
scared to death
without a throng

This poem’s just for them
the original rude boys an ’em

Frontin’
flossin’
playing hard
scared that I might pull their card
out here on dis’ boulevard

Dare I beat them
at their game
dare I make them
forget their name

A girl can’t win
nah uh
no way
not then

But what now
you say?

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Written by Life Artist, Avril Somerville – Author | Speaker | Poet

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