Our children are our future

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Our children are the beauty of the future, they are receptacles of the love & knowledge we give them so we must remember to give it abundantly. There is great power in being equipped with a hearty education (worldly & formally) and bountiful love. Our children deserve this, as does the future of humanity.

I was blessed to have a chance to visit & spend time with my chubby wubby nephew after reading to the kiddos at Hope Academy and it filled my heart with hope and love. 💕

xoxo,

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Stop YOUR insanity

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For the deep thinkers & the elite dreamers…

As fascinating and entertaining as people are, there’s beauty and necessary discovery in solitude. Being alone allows you to self-reflect and work on yourself, your soul, your heart… something that is too difficult to do with the noise of other people’s thoughts and opinions- no matter how good-intentioned they are. Even if someone is giving you sound advice that will actually enhance your life, you won’t receive the message that easily without doing self-work. We know that our experiences are meant to be life lessons, yet sometimes we choose to viciously repeat the same mistake, ignoring what we (usually) know is the correct way to handle it. In doing so, we HURT OURSELVES continuously.  

“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.”

Yet, we question our pain and struggle, when in reality, our stubbornness is obstructing the life lesson we are meant to learn. We blame our repeated insanity on being optimistic, but optimism is not a good excuse. Let’s be optimistic that GROWING & EVOLVING will work better for us. Generally, the lesson we fight to accept and grow from is the one that is key to unlocking our greatness. But, we give into our weaknesses instead of challenging them. We fall victim to our insecurities, give into fleeting emotions and are left with regret and depleted self-confidence. We convince ourselves we are not worthy and not strong enough since we’ve failed so many times. But, we are. Making mistakes is a part of life and contributes to our growth. No matter how long it takes us to learn these lessons, we must continue to try and conquer our negative self-talk. And, to do this, we must allow ourselves to explore and find comfort & beauty in solitude. Being alone with your thoughts and emotions is ultimately liberating! You may feel imprisoned by your non-stop array of emotions and thoughts at first, but as time passes you will learn to sort through & process them, and discover the logical and most effective way in handling them. Give yourself your power back!

Namaste. 

xoxo,

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Black History Month highlight: Gwendolyn Brooks

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Primer For Blacks
by Gwendolyn Brooks

Blackness
is a title,
is a preoccupation,
is a commitment Blacks
are to comprehend—
and in which you are
to perceive your Glory.

The conscious shout
of all that is white is
“It’s Great to be white.”
The conscious shout
of the slack in Black is
‘It’s Great to be white.’
Thus all that is white
has white strength and yours.

The word Black
has geographic power,
pulls everybody in:
Blacks here—
Blacks there—
Blacks wherever they may be.
And remember, you Blacks, what they told you—
remember your Education:
“one Drop—one Drop
maketh a brand new Black.”
Oh mighty Drop.
______And because they have given us kindly
so many more of our people

Blackness
stretches over the land.
Blackness—
the Black of it,
the rust-red of it,
the milk and cream of it,
the tan and yellow-tan of it,
the deep-brown middle-brown high-brown of it,
the “olive” and ochre of it—
Blackness
marches on.

The huge, the pungent object of our prime out-ride
is to Comprehend,
to salute and to Love the fact that we are Black,
which is our “ultimate Reality,”
which is the lone ground
from which our meaningful metamorphosis,
from which our prosperous staccato,
group or individual, can rise.

Self-shriveled Blacks.
Begin with gaunt and marvelous concession:
YOU are our costume and our fundamental bone.

All of you—
you COLORED ones,
you NEGRO ones,
those of you who proudly cry
“I’m half INDian”—
those of you who proudly screech
“I’VE got the blood of George WASHington in MY veins”
ALL of you—
you proper Blacks,
you half-Blacks,
you wish-I-weren’t Blacks,
Niggeroes and Niggerenes.

You.

Gwendolyn Brooks is a legendary, highly honored poet. She was the first black author to win the Pulitzer Prize, first black woman to hold the position of poetry consultant to the library of congress and she was also laureate of the state of Illinois. A lot of her work is politically and socially conscious, reflective of the era she lived through, the civil rights movement. She helped paved the way for black poets, and I thank her for her fearlessness and willingness to use her voice, and her pen. Thank you, Gwendolyn. I honor you.

xoxo,
Fionna Writes


Treasure pages

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There’s something so magical in owning, holding, smelling, and reading old books. You feel as though you have the power to unlock the future by knowing and understanding the past, especially because through learning about the past, you truly understand how history can repeat itself. You walk around knowing you have these treasures in your possession, these hidden gems that enrich your life, feed your soul, nourish your heart and enlighten your mind. And, if you look closely enough, you find solace in knowing just how much we all share the thread of love and yearning to understand and grasp it in its entirety.

xoxo,
Fionna Writes


About last night

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About last night…

Hmm. Where do I begin?

Drifting from room to room

Staring truth in the face

Before gulping it down

Liquid courage to keep up the pace

Floating in my mind

Drowned in thoughts

Of keeping composure

As I stare Oprah in the face

Shake her hand, Fionna. Introduce yourself,

Your work, get a grip, smile,

Not too much, not too little, focus…

Still, a blurred moment in time

When dreams blend with reality

Let me gather my self

Gather my thoughts

This moment is mine

I glide through the party

Smiles & conversations shared with

Common, Union, Alba, and DuVernay

Progressions and connections is the only way

Navigating the scene

To assure being seen

Creating a new space

To inaugurate the words beyond my face

xoxo,

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Un-love Story

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He came from little, was witness to the most heinous catastrophes. He always had to fight to survive, so his world was cold and cruel. The son of devoutly religious parents who weren’t afraid to use the name of God to justify their inflictions of pain. A nurturing, yet detached mother and a heavy-handed, laborer father. The couple who made sure they nearly lived in the church, only creating confusion in their children who were preached to about God and love but that lived a much harsher reality. This was a somber and consequential family with a deadpan demeanor.

She came from wealth, where silver platters were abundant, and there was always someone to do the dirty work. Household duties were the jobs of maids, not a wife. Alas, there was dysfunction brewing in the love she was taught. The truth remained, children learned most by what they saw, not what they were told. That’s been true since the beginning of time and will forever remain so. The daughter to a nurturing, yet detached mother and a fun, loving father whose whimsical disposition was too often lost at the bottom of his angry, violent whiskey bottle. Another devoutly religious family always searching for hope in the darkness. Nevertheless, there was no shortage of celebration and helping those in need. This was a compassionate, devoted family with a jovial demeanor.

Two broken people with steep love deficits, seeking someone to complete them and fill their voids without understanding the truth about love.

He built something out of nothing and was living a dream when it came to material things. All he needed was a wife and children to complete the vision of perfection he created in his mind.

She was drowning in hopelessness with her current over-bearing situation, feeling trapped by her roots and desperately needing an escape. All she needed was a knight in shining armor to rescue her and take her to ecstasy, the way she dreamed her life would be.

And just as the saying goes, “timing is everything.”

They crossed paths at a time that would later prove to be catastrophic. But, in that moment, they thought it was the timing of saving grace.

A misrepresentation, an impostor, lost in translation… literally and figuratively. A tragedy unfolding…in love.

To be continued…

xxoo,

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SWEEPSTAKE TIME!

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**SWEEPSTAKE TIME**

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and whether you’re floating in love with that special someone, celebrating your freedom as a single person with your favorite wine & sappy book, or showering your favorite little human with love, books are always easy, great gifts. So why not add one or all of these to your V-day shopping list! There’s something for everyone! All books are available online through Amazon or Barnes & Noble. Send me pictures of you with your copy for a shoutout here on the blog (www.fionnawrites.com) and on IG & FB, and to be officially entered in my next sweepstake with gifts you’ll love! Happy gifting, happy reading, happy loving! 😉

xxoo
Fionna Writes


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