You’re your own kind of beautiful.

You’re your own kind of beautiful.
Never stop creating.
If it’s worth it. It’s worth waiting.
Be who you are. Say what you feel.
Life is a master teacher.
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump being gentler with you. Happy hump day!
She is … Africa on my heart
Happy Valentine’s Day!!!
Up until the end of the Civil War, more than 200,000 ads to recapture enslaved people who walked away from slavery were published in American newspapers.
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge—add a little color, brighten up the dark patches to get over the hump. Happy hump day!
God never looks at you apart from Jesus. So don’t ever see yourself outside of Jesus. Everything that is true about Jesus is true about you.
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to relook at yourself and recharge to get over the hump. Happy hump day!
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump. Happy hump day. It’s a good day!!
Some kings rule from iron thronesDisconnected from community realityYou’re the King who served from humanity’s throneWho dreamed not in black or whiteWho envisioned instead a world inclusiveYour voice, your vision a great void fillingSpeaking the language of the unheardInspiration to persevere, to never stop dreamingSummoning collective longings and eternal hopesFor a nation by its noblest …
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump. Be flexible enough to bend. Happy hump day!
What’s your status? Not what’s on social media feeds or catchy one liners on time-elapsed stories. Your status now and always will be child of God!
Fear not what is before you when those who care are behind you.
As I’m on the final-final days of leave and the NY weather has been unseasonably mild, I decided to take my reading to the outside. I strolled to my favorite park, just across the street from home, and chose a bench facing the river to perch. I perched because much of the bench remains wet …
Positive thinking and optimism.
Boots worn laid in waste Till nature took it over Unexpectedly
Happy New Year 2023
A numerological countdown to 2023 …
The new year will bring us 365 opportunities, how will we use them?!
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge—employ the power of YET—to get over the hump. Happy hump day!
The outcry of my heart as I muse over lives being self-cancelled, seemingly without warning. Why?!
Jesus is the reason for the season. What if instead of Santa Claus it was Jesus who visited this Christmas? This piece is a spin-off from “Twas The Night Before Christmas” and a poetic eschatological rendition of Revelation’s description of the end of time and the coming of Jesus Christ.
A numerological countdown to 2023 …
I love the way the sun kisses this orchid each morning.
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump with/in hope. Happy hump day!
It’s raining young people off roofs Suicide epidemic—the numbers are proof A single gun shot aimed at the head Appearing well but next day, dead *** Don’t take it for granted you’ll see the signs Till you read another tragedy in the headlines Don’t judge by what you see on the outside It’s not always …
Using traditional mediums like film and music to raise awareness or push for change…
Let everything that has breath, breathe in gratitude, exhale praise
You are worthy!!!
Beautiful foxglove!!
Born with a purpose-tag on me. Living every day t’ward my destiny. Knowing tomorrow may not be. Living out loud every day I see.
I am more than capable of conquering every tomorrow!
The people who know God, know life!
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump. Don’t dim your own light. Happy hump day!
Celebrating autumn!
Don’t forget to remember—God doesn’t forget. And He’ll bestow blessings on you that’s been stored up at the request of others on your behalf.
Grand Canyon adventure
Do you! Life compared to others is never fully lived.
To love is something. To be loved by who you love is everything.
at love’s beginning conversations unending heart-beats skipping each passing moment lingering more of you and more of me unfolding you for me and me for you exchanging soul to soul connecting without words conversing emotions revealing deeper into love falling 2022 ©Dawn Minott All Rights Reserved Like what you see? To never miss a post …
Without—the absence, omission, or avoidance of; not with; with no or none of; lacking
If ever you believe that love is done That’s when you’ll start back at one
Today I started my day in a bathtubNo waterNo bubblesJust me, elongated legs and arms, stretched outA fluffy pillow cushioning my back against hard porcelainSun beam piercing through the blinds bathing me in warmthThere’s a stillness in the airExcept for the steady second-hand chime of the clock on the adjacent wallEach tick-tocking reminiscent of time’s …
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump—persevere. Happy hump day!
Love isn’t forced, if s/he’s wrong for you, s/he can’t love you the right way.
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump. Happy hump day!
I wish you—LOVE Love that never lays the blame Playing the I-love-you-more game Love that doesn’t mind being wrong Keeping vows made in tact and strong Love that always generates a smile Melting away, bridging the miles Love built firmly on faith and trust Willing to shift, make change, adjust I wish you—LOVE Love as …
Autumn’s lessons. Trees testimony is true.
Intimacy … Into-me-see💕💗💕
… The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump, being inclusive in your love. Happy hump day!
From the source of spiritual cosmologyConceived in rhythmic movementsBirthed through pulsing pushingPunctuated by intermittent pain and joy LIFE Giving leaning into the ineffableObscured in allusionsDeveloped in plotsComposed in stanzas LIFE LIVED In fragmented syntax of challenges and victoriesLinguistic coding lyrics of uninhibited joy with unimaginable sorrowAlliteration of life’s idioms of transformationReciting poignant epigrams of wondrous …
Darkness can be from issues that you dare not let anyone see or know about, the issues you struggle with alone and silently … it’s time to open the door, let in the light!
Celebrating small beginnings — 2 years blogging!!!
Hi Blogging Friends & Readers! I’m excited to share that another of my piece, “Perfect in this Moment”, is featured on Spillwords. You may read the full poem at this link. While you’re there I’d appreciate if you’d show me/my art some love with a like and your comments. Thanks! Many thanks to Dagmara K., …
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Pray for understanding.
Well … it’s a rainy rainy day in my part of the world then I got this from a friend that literally made me bust out laughing so loud it drowned the showers away. So, how can I not share with my WP fam: 😂 😆 😝 Hope you laughed!!! Make this a great day …
When you wish upon a star and love calls.
When heart overrules head, love eclipses logic.
Winter cold trumps fall warmth
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump conquering. Happy hump day!
You die once. You live everyday. LIVE!!!
Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me. Achieving true peace entails much more than laying down arms. It requires the building of societies where all members feel that they can flourish. It involves creating a world in which people are treated equally, regardless of their race, gender, class etc.
Love won’t leave when love asks more of it Love to love, stays
… honoring what cocoon us and celebrating the crucibles that challenge us to transform.
For the love of orchids.
Not every opportunity is a blessing. Not every open door is for us to walk through. Not every closed door is a missed opportunity.
No matter the challenges, love finds away
Have you ever seen black sand? Held lava pebbles in your hand? It’s magical!
One of the benefits of writing is that words live on in perpetuity and can be revisited. This week was very trying for me with some heavy emotional moments on issues that will deeply impact my future. By the end of the week I was emotionally spent. The week also concluded a month of intense …
Continue reading Shabbat Shalom: What In God’s Name—Jehovah Shalom (Peace) with audio
A future of human rights and justice for people of African descent everywhere.
Today’s a good day to be alive. Enjoy it!! Happy hump day!
It’s an invitation to co-create a poem with me …
Nature pretty in blue! From ocean to sky to boat sails going by my window.
Self-care—caring for your mind, body and spirit—is not a luxury nor is it selfish. Self-care is a necessity. Happy birthMONTH to me!
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge. Let’s get over the hump by working towards healing a part of our inner-selves.
Have you ever met “they”? You know that all-encompassing “they” that direct and control your life course, your choices, your happiness? The “they” in “what will they say?” or “what will they think?” But, they don’t live your life, do they? Then why should their opinion matter as much as they do, or at all? …
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I am worthy of my own time, my own attention, my own love. I honor my spiritual, mental, emotional, physical needs. I show up for myself 100% committed.Period 2021 ©createdbyDEEsign All rights reserved Thank you for journeying along! First time to the site? Welcome! You may start here👈 and for more follow the blog here👈In …
The sound of silence is healing. Written for Shweta Suresh’s Saturday Six Word Story Prompt. The word is “sound.” Check out her blog for the rules and join in the fun. Thanks you for reading! First time to the site? Start here👈 and for more follow the blog here👈In creative solidarity, Dee
Some days I amaze myself Other days I’m searching for the phone While talking on it 😜🤪🙄 Then I remind myself Hang in there Written for Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration, today’s prompt is “hang.” Thanks you for reading! First time to the site? Start here👈 and for more follow the blog here👈In creative solidarity, Dee
Word of the day: STORY—telling an account of imaginary or real people and events What is the story you’re telling yourself? Whose story is it anyway? As the day unfolds, inevitably we’ll tell ourselves stories about what’s happening around us—in our own lives, about people we’re interacting with, and about ourselves. The story or narrative …
Continue reading BirthMONTH—Day 5: I Affirm Today to Tell My Story Like It Really Is
Word of the day:INTROSPECTION—to observe/examine your own mental & emotional processes You have a voice—not just the sound you utter through your mouth; but the power to express your opinion and attitude. Be bold and confident and own that voice in your head. Your voice is the embodiment of who you are—your voice is your …
Continue reading BirthMONTH—Day 3: I Affirm Today to Speak My Truth
Before-word: This piece was written in response to the following questions I've been asking myself in the wake of protests to social injustice across the globe: How many times can a people be stretched before their elasticity is extended beyond its capacity to bounce back and they snap instead? What do you do when as …
Before-word: I wrote this piece long before masking became part of global health guidelines. Today we mask-up to protect our immune systems from an unseen predator—the novel corona virus. So for that reason, follow the golden rule of masking: mask-up for others as you’d have them mask-up for you. However, when I wrote this piece …
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