My Miracle Healing: Celebrate Miracles Not Mediocrity

Letting Go & Choosing Peace

If it’s not truly important in my life, I need to learn to stomp it out.

This being said, I recently got really upset because I’m seeing some Black people that I totally usually agree with everything on, make posts to defend Taylor Slow with this NFL issue. So anyway I was going to post just a few sentences venting about that, but now that I think about it, just let the crap be dead.

What I just said is enough on the matter. I am working on just venting into the air or something and that way, my words and feelings about these useless matters will all disappear eventually. But the more I sit and write and think about the issues and give them time to imprint in my brain…then noooo, it’s not worth it to keep giving these same old issues power in my life.

Moving on up!

So instead of consuming more info about this useless crap, I decided to remember and focus on the fact that there are beautiful little angels like the little girl mentioned above, & how she has blessed my life with her angelic dancing. She, and all other Black children, are just as important as anyone the media obsesses over.

Black erasure is a form of violence. It erases our humanity and existence. Therefore, in order to keep my peace I choose to love on my blackness loudly and proudly. And unapologetically.
And that, takes miracle healing.

I love these particular lyrics from the late, great Whitney Houston’s “Who Would Imagine a King:”