Here's to Being Black, Bold, and Broke

With every season comes change

Sometimes the change is physical as the hues of the trees and the leaves fade 

It is the Earth as the soil begins it’s hibernation

And even the scent in the air is that of time moving in a new direction, familiar like a face you believe you’ve seen before yet different in its details

A time where both anticipation and hesitation surge through your body, guiding you in the journey

Sometimes the change is mental, a shift in communication, boundaries, behaviors and where you envision yourself

It’s the need to protect and value your peace like riches found deep in the Earth

Like Jade or a Sapphire even Ruby

And in your heart there is a fire that runs ablaze, hot, even electric as self love deepens 

It is on those ashes that strength rises giving foundation to your ability to weather the elements of the everchanging season

Sometimes the change is spiritual

As with every breath you sink deeper into the reconnection and recentering of your soul

It is the eye to notice the softest things around even when they appear callous

It’s the pause, the reflection, the slowing of time as your reminded of beauty that you would otherwise overlook

It is knowing you are steady and with every passing moment you must enjoy where you are at – not wishing for a minute more or a minute less

Sometimes the change is you.

Because with every rain drops that falls and brings a new day

Every blow of wind that knocks you off your feet or sends chills down your spine

For very test that brings more frustration than the last

You realize in every way you are strong enough to brave the elements and stand yet another season of change