the necessary act of stewarding passion
In my flightiness, I’ve also learned my anchors.
A black sweatsuit. A little black dress.
Self-Taught boho braids, a pocket devotional,
& a homemade apothecary for any weapon forming against me and my immune system ————
packed up in a duffel.
As I sit during my 12-month term of age 29
& reflect on who I was and who I am
(not who i’m “finna be”),
I find myself sorting through my “attic” —-
bringing along into 30
only what can fit into this duffel of mine.
I look around thinking, what the hell do any of these trinkets have to do with each other??
Once I was a Poet, then a Designer,
then an Activist, then a Bartender,
and now a Liaison.
“I love Lady Gaga, but WTF does she know about cameras!?” - Ye.
As I’m looking through this junk in the attic,
and my reflection in this cracked ass iPad,
I’m riddled with the thought:
Am I a jack of all trades but a master of none?
I lined up my last few keep-sakes,
small enough to slide into the side of my duffel:
A journal written in 2017 from cover-to-cover
titled “Sex, God, & Wisdom”,
A blank 8x12 sketch pad
with a pack of multi-colored ultra fine point sharpie-pens,
my Japanese Koriko Cocktail Shakers,
2 Magazine Prints of myself on Wallstreet Journal and Eater Magazine,
& a cracked ass iPad filled with photos of
all the shit I used to love
and all the shit I left behind.
And there…
There my purpose laid. Lined up on the floor.
“Do not neglect hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it”
- Hebrews 13:2
“I am going there to prepare a place for you”
- John 14:2
Just as I thought I pissed away my 20’s ..
Toiling in the Hospitality Industry with no pension
or 401K to lean on..
My God went ahead of me,
into the destiny of my 30’s
to prepare this place for me..
So that I may become
an Architect for the Kingdom of God
to prepare a Hospitable place for Him.
*mind. blown.*
ALL THAT. & then some..
packed up inna duffel bag!
With my oversized hoodie and duces thrown UP.
..I say all of that to say Alysia,
That in my flightiness..
The Lord
revealed my anchors.
Go head and write then!
writing. mourning. sipping wine.
trying my hand at “sober & vigilance”.
doing it ALL.
There should’ve been a women’s devotional chapter in the Scriptures
for the feels you feel at 29!
Lord hear my prayer chile..
Inspiration vs stimulation. I like. Desire reminds of a saying I once heard, Earthly desires are the firewood of enlightenment!
Thanks for commenting daddy. I’m glad you liked it.
Thank you for this piece! Truly put to words how I’ve been feeling lately
Thank you God for breathing upon this candle and kindling the fire. YES, it is fire, blazing! Help us all to surrender and passionately desire to return home! Home—-the full spectrum of joy, life, and passion—-Simply Beautiful!
In my flightiness, I’ve also learned my anchors.
A black sweatsuit. A little black dress.
Self-Taught boho braids, a pocket devotional,
& a homemade apothecary for any weapon forming against me and my immune system ————
packed up in a duffel.
As I sit during my 12-month term of age 29
& reflect on who I was and who I am
(not who i’m “finna be”),
I find myself sorting through my “attic” —-
bringing along into 30
only what can fit into this duffel of mine.
I look around thinking, what the hell do any of these trinkets have to do with each other??
Once I was a Poet, then a Designer,
then an Activist, then a Bartender,
and now a Liaison.
“I love Lady Gaga, but WTF does she know about cameras!?” - Ye.
As I’m looking through this junk in the attic,
and my reflection in this cracked ass iPad,
I’m riddled with the thought:
Am I a jack of all trades but a master of none?
I lined up my last few keep-sakes,
small enough to slide into the side of my duffel:
A journal written in 2017 from cover-to-cover
titled “Sex, God, & Wisdom”,
A blank 8x12 sketch pad
with a pack of multi-colored ultra fine point sharpie-pens,
my Japanese Koriko Cocktail Shakers,
2 Magazine Prints of myself on Wallstreet Journal and Eater Magazine,
& a cracked ass iPad filled with photos of
all the shit I used to love
and all the shit I left behind.
And there…
There my purpose laid. Lined up on the floor.
“Do not neglect hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it”
- Hebrews 13:2
“I am going there to prepare a place for you”
- John 14:2
Just as I thought I pissed away my 20’s ..
Toiling in the Hospitality Industry with no pension
or 401K to lean on..
My God went ahead of me,
into the destiny of my 30’s
to prepare this place for me..
So that I may become
an Architect for the Kingdom of God
to prepare a Hospitable place for Him.
*mind. blown.*
ALL THAT. & then some..
packed up inna duffel bag!
With my oversized hoodie and duces thrown UP.
..I say all of that to say Alysia,
That in my flightiness..
The Lord
revealed my anchors.
Go head and write then!
writing. mourning. sipping wine.
trying my hand at “sober & vigilance”.
doing it ALL.
There should’ve been a women’s devotional chapter in the Scriptures
for the feels you feel at 29!
Lord hear my prayer chile..
Inspiration vs stimulation. I like. Desire reminds of a saying I once heard, Earthly desires are the firewood of enlightenment!
Thanks for commenting daddy. I’m glad you liked it.
Thank you for this piece! Truly put to words how I’ve been feeling lately
Thank you God for breathing upon this candle and kindling the fire. YES, it is fire, blazing! Help us all to surrender and passionately desire to return home! Home—-the full spectrum of joy, life, and passion—-Simply Beautiful!