There is a child sitting at an abandoned riverbank.

God doesn’t do the same thing twice.

Each day it’s a new set of miracles, signs, and wonders.

Each moment is another declaration that God is good all the time.

Beyond shared identity and deeply rooted in shared politic and character. Community challenges convenience— demanding us to honor values, to confront and correct.

For this last week of my music and movement program— I’m honored to flow to a playlist through the times honoring Women who Rap. This full body flow will build off of the last few weeks and empower us to find the layers where we are most free, healed, and whole.

For Week Three of my Black History Month: Music and Movement Program, I’ve crafted a hips and hamstring focused class to the sounds of those good ole church hymns. Music, just like movement, has the ability to make clear of what was never available to us.

If it is true, like I believe in my very essence, God is in everyone and everything, let us from the top of the world to the bottom, call out for Mercy.

I miss the feeling of being on the altar; in the church where I first saw the light, but because they’ve freed me: my being is now the altar.

How do we find a dwelling space where love isn’t secretive or illusive? If not in this world, shouldn’t our homes, where only the walls witness everything, be space enough for love's truth?

I keep thinking about the stories we don’t know about those people who made it out or through or at least to the next generation. I want to know them. Feel them. Squeeze and study them.