"...but all good jokes contain true shit, same rope you climb up on they hang you with, but not Jermaine, my aim too sick, I bang n*gga, I came to bring the pain, my brain too quick. You see how I maneuver this game, I ain't stupid, I recognize that life is a dream and I dream lucid and break the chains and change minds one verse at a time..."
With an artist bumping in my ears that I wouldn't have any clue of his existence had it not been for my son ensuring me he's, "the truth" aka "the shit" (yes, this dude's wisdom and wordplay, tickles my ears and thrusts beats and perspective into my brain that's both exciting and stimulating) as I compile my thoughts for this blog post, I feel as if I'm floating. My feet are without gravity at this moment; and I'm beyond alright with it.
I'm enjoying a Starbucks, Venti Mango Black Tea and making life decisions with each sip of the cool and flavorful refreshment.
I've spoken about being layered and comfortable in my skin as I'm very much both. But, there is something to being very comfortable in the ish in between those layers...the emulsifiers and gook that coagulates and make it all congeal. It's equally challenging to sometimes love what we humans call imperfections and flaws and each layer that's exposed and removed, a host and slew of "new imperfections" are revealed. Leaving us feeling vulnerable and self-conscious.
I'm no different from anyone else...I have a host of insecurities, but they never get the best of me nor do they control my being on any level. But, when they're neatly tucked away and compartmentalized it's very easy to manage and deal with. To have them stripped away, actually gently coaxed away...by a gentle human that's appreciative of and encourages what beauty truly is, is definitely life-altering. This is one of those "ah ha" moments...one of those, "closer to nature and purpose" moments. What I experienced yesterday can't even be articulated...but know that several layers that were closely attached to my self-worth and idea of physical beauty was quickly and rightfully altered. An almost 2-hour photo shoot, healed almost 40 years of open, scabbed over, old and new wounds.
Thank you for such an incredible and liberating experience and I'm grateful for the courage to do so. Freedom is so underrated.
credits: Kendrick Wallace Images &
J. Cole "Fire Squad"
P.s. all photos are available for purchase (and other Kendrick Wallace Images) at A Touch of Hunny's Etsy Shop and the Downtown Phoenix Public Market.
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*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...