That’s physical and mental space alike. But, in my line of work, I don’t often have much time to myself—so life tends to get really cluttered with things to do and people to talk to very quickly. (Anyone else ever looked up at 3 or 4 in the afternoon and realized that you failed to eat lunch? C’mon! I know I’m not the ONLY one).
So I’ve decided to plan 30-minutes in the middle of my to pray Monday through Friday, just so I can have time regroup and gather my thoughts. I’m posting to this to make you all my accountability partners. This is just a tiny step in the right direction.
I’ll come back at the end of May with a report on how I did and other techniques to carving out time for self-care that I gather as well.
What are you making room for?
How are you planning to make room for what your soul needs?
Tell me in the comments below.
Oh, and no, I don’t own the rights to this song. Jonathan McReynolds, please don’t sue me. 🙏🏾
If I had to try and describe it: Last weekend was really interesting, dope, eye opening, and just overflowing with love.
I can’t say how thankful I am to be able to tell my story on this platform. It is teaching me so many things about love (of every kind), support, business, family dynamic, legacy, how different people are coping with trauma, and how similar we are when we actually look at the types of experiences we need to heal from.
I performed a poem entitled, The Conversation, from my book A Smothered Scripture. I met some more amazing people. I wore my mask (doubled-up actually). I got my Grandma out of the house (with her mask on, of course). I learned something new about EACH of my tour mates that spoke about their individual healing process. (Seriously, when someone tells the same story twice and it’s as attention-grabbing as the first time… the storyteller in me loves that!) Oh, AND ya girl sold out of the EbonySun merch I brought along! Thank you, Milwaukee! 🥰
To learn more about the Art of Transparency Tour 2021 updates, click here.
There was a time when I was so fed up with myself and my surroundings that I actually considered…
…It’s a “turning point” story in all of us! To hear how it turned around for me and each of the speakers on the 2021 Art of Transparency Tour, grab your tickets and meet us in Milwaukee, Wisconsin this weekend on Saturday, April 10th!
After a long night of filming, I realized I should say thank you! So, I went live on Facebook… at 12:00 a.m. …Yep! That’s how much you meant to me! In this video: 🎥 • I say THANK YOU to you! 🥰 • I talk about why I started my blog! 💻 • I share the meaning behind Shange! 🦁 • I say THANKS some more 🙏🏾! —Sincerely, Tyra 🖤
We prided ourselves on productivity until “produce despite a pandemic” became our reality. Into the dawn like bird songs, now pangs of insomnia beckon us. Mistaking insanity for invincibility causing us to be more reckless during the day.
“Black folk the new robots.”
All the while paving the way, for heavier workloads. They’re writing the code on our souls. Imputing and uploading mixed messages in our minds making it hard to surmise whether I should pick up a pen and write when all I really wanna do is fall asleep before sunrise.
“They’ll kill themselves off.”
Programmed to hate each other too easily. Stench of every fatal attraction still seeps deep into our psyche. Secretly wishing we could reek less havoc sitting on the public safety ad hoc. But ain’t enough committees for mother’s too tired to cope with white sheets laid in the streets or cops protesting our presence on every sidewalk touching our feet and choppers riot overhead searing the bluest sky. Somebody must’ve died. Today, CPD searches the perimeter for the shooters despite hiding a few in plain sight and screaming Blues Lives… While grandmamas and sirens cry, we bleed out laid out on a cracked and wholly pavement and not even an ambulance ride can save him so an older woman screams “Help him, Holy Savior!” How do we sleep in a time such as this?
“They say sleep is the cousin of death.”
Fold the map on Vincennes and Lawrence. Tell us just another way to keep Black people opulently oppressed and outta Lori’s downtown long enough to forget the riots that came before us. We are the descendants of Red Summers and MLK-motivated marches in Marquette and Trumball Parks and— well, who fights for poor people’s rights now, huh?
“City been on fire. COVID, just carjacked the flames.”
Chicago, the city built on a hill— not to be hidden, but driven into history as too separate and too ready to kill. Kill our joy, kill our peace, kill our boys as they fight for fame and recognition —for anything but being looted slaves.
—Sincerely, Tyra 🖤
I guess it’s National Poetry Month… I started this almost a year ago. Back in May 2020… tried to finish it today. In fact, it feels more abandoned than finish. #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth
On this last day of Women’s History Month, it thrills me to share an event hosted by my church Quinn Chapel AME Church to celebrate five dynamic women in our community. I was honored to be one of them (🥰) and got to learn so much about a few women I greatly respect!
The Paul Quinn Women’s Missionary Society of Quinn Chapel A.M.E. Church presents: HerStory | Connecting Her Past to Her Future featuring: Sis. Carolyn Thomas, Sis. Monique Williams, Sis. Tyra Owens, Sis. Melanie Boyd, Sis. Judy Williams, and Sis. Zelma Jarvis.
I live a pretty private life. So making public business moves is really something foreign to me. It’s been a learning process!
So, of course, when I was looking at a friend’s social media page and saw their title for their brand/company underneath their photo, I thought… “Why have I never added that to my Facebook profile?” (Insert a 🤦🏾♀️+ a 🙄) But, I’m thankful for the people (family, friends + complete strangers) that have supported me all this time despite this slip!
What’s something that seems intuitive but people forget to do for their business? If you have another “simple-enough” tip that could help someone, please share in the comments. We like supporting each other on this site. So, don’t be shy!
…Guessing now this means, at some point, I need to do a proper launch party, huh?! 😏
Is there someone in your life you who could use a reminder about how strong/creative/blessed they are? If you are a Black woman reading this, what are you speaking over yourself this morning, Queen?
Here’s a poem I wrote years ago to speak over myself when I needed an extra bit of encouragement. My only request:
If you share this at all, share it with a Black woman—first.
Dear Queen, Look in the mirror and repeat: You are beautiful. You are Black. You are woman. Divinely created to bring peace to a world of chaos; perfectly molded to solve any problem with your intelligent mind. Go forth and give rise to the day you wish to experience.
Crazy quilts are unique and innovative quilts created from scraps of material. They're crafted from odd pieces that don't always match or fit together without the work of an artist. My hope is for a world that values this unique artwork. I blog to make IPOC authors and their works more accessible, to make all the pieces fit together.