My Body is my Home

I used to think New Jersey was home until I traveled other places and felt at ease. I then came upon the realization that home wasn’t a physical location but it was the community I chose to be around. My mom and my sister were major foundations of my home and losing them demanded that I rework this whole idea.

• My heart is the record player that fills the space with that funky beat

• My spine is the support structure that has me standing tall

• My feet are the flexible foundation. They allow me to plant myself in any surrounding I choose

• My eyes are the windows that take in the beauty around me and close when it’s time to go inward for the night

• My smile is the door that welcomes and invites one in

  • My body is my home

I’m on day 17 of having pneumonia/potential Covid-19 and it’s thrilling to feel like a human again. My spirit needed to disconnect in order to heal. I slept 10-12 hours a day, didn’t write much, stopped booking sessions, and drank copious amounts of water. I had to sit with it and breathe through it.

Slowing down my breath and being mindful of it has consistently helped me. It fills my space with rich oxygenated life.