Before the van. Before life on wheels. Before I completely change my life, again… let me tell you the story about my evolution into the Nomad of Mercy.
All in Evolution
Good Greens & Grief — April Showers, May Flowers
We made it through April. Just barely. Tender and tired, full of contentment and clarity, blooming in places I didn’t expect and grieving things I thought were already laid to rest.
This week was a slow exhale. A check-in with my soil. A reminder that sometimes, the only thing to do is water the good, sit with the sorrow, and trust that something beautiful is on the way.
Embracing My Nomadic Nature: My Journey to Living on Wheels
The road is calling…and I’m answering.
I’ve always known I wasn’t meant to stay in one place.
Even when I didn’t fully understand it, I’ve felt that pull to wander freely, the call to live simply, and breathe easefully. And with less than a week until my birthday, I’m finally giving myself the gift I’ve dreamed of since I was a teenager: permission to imagine and create a different life.
Whew—April came in swinging. Somewhere between the storms and the sunshine, I find myself swimming in the full range of my feelings leading up to my 35th birthday: the joy, the weirdness, the unexpected nostalgia, and a few blues too.
So I’ve officially returned to the world... ish. I’m not exactly sprinting into the season, but I’m definitely poking my head out of my cozy little cocoon with increasing curiosity. There’s sunlight in the mornings, more birdsong than I know what to do with, and this weird urge to dance around the house like I'm in a coming-of-age indie film.
The Power of New Beginnings
I have eased into 2025 with a greater sense of self-preservation than I’ve ever had before. After the whirlwind that was 2024 and these first few weeks of the second Trump administration—where every news headline feels like a plot twist and every day is a battle between the free, the oppressed, and the oppressors—I’m still here. You’re still here. We made it! Can you believe it? We’re still standing, still striving, still choosing to show up. That’s worth celebrating.
Recovery... Rest... Revolution... A Rant
Now is the season to fully commit to our individual healing, liberating ourselves collectively, and living in our natural state globally. Rest is our pathway in the physical, dreams are our gateway in the spiritual, and our mental health reflects our current state of well-being.
If the system is the problem...
I believe if the system is the problem, then it is up to each of us to deconstruct ourselves to know ourselves and to recover, and restore our divine laws and natural order for self and collective governance. A new system (or systems) that prioritizes life and sustainability is the means necessary for all of us to be free. Because if the rights of Black folks, queer folks, and women and girls are threatened, the rights of everyone are threatened. No one is exempt from being collateral damage or shackled by the chains of oppression.
My Story, My Legacy, My City: Season 4 of Naptown Narratives Premieres Sept. 28th
Every story has a profound impact on the movement of a city. Tasha Marie's story is one to watch. From her work and advocacy for recovery and mental health to her journey to purpose in the world's largest small city.
My Life is My Choice: Deprogramming from the amerikkkan Nightmare
We’ve been sold a nightmare dressed as a dream. Convinced that we need saving. Controlled to be inactive. Contained in our misery.
