Rising

Today, I feel like I’m rising. Preparing for flight. Ascending.

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Rising (per the Google)

ris·ing

ˈrīziNG/

adjective

adjective: rising

 

1.    going up, increasing, or sloping upward.

“the rising temperature”

advancing to maturity or high standing.

“the rising generation of American writers”

approaching (a higher level, grade, age, etc.).

“a rising senior at North Carolina State”

Astrology

(of a sign) ascendant.

2.   Heraldry

(of a bird) depicted with the wings open but not fully displayed, as if preparing for flight.

 

noun

noun: rising; plural noun: risings

 

  1. an armed protest against authority; a revolt.

 


 

Still I Rise

Maya Angelou, 1928 – 2014

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

 

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

 

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

 

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

 

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

 

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

 

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

 

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

 

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/still-i-rise


 

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2016 Rising

Oh hai.

Hey. Yeah. I’m here. I’m here!

Last year threw me off. I mean honestly, the whole daggone year… threw. Me. Off.

To say the least, in my most powerful metaphoric voice, I felt like I was tasked with navigating an unfamiliar forest in the dark with no resources, with no explanation as to why or what the heck is even waiting at the end of the jungle.

Think: Survivor, in perpetual nightfall, with no objective.

It. Sucked. I mean, honestly, there were a lot of great moments. New friendships. Rekindled friendships. Many invaluable learning experiences with relationships – romantic and otherwise. I found my tribes and I love them. Personal steps towards true vulnerability, honesty, and healing…

So ok fine, it didn’t completely suck. It was just…difficult…a very uncomfortable year. It was a GROWTH year. A wilderness year.

While I tend to make resolutions as needed and //get my mind right// when it needs it, not necessarily in a symbolic way; this year, for the sake of ceremony and committing to something amazing, I’m making a legit NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION. But it’s not that easy…

For the most part, I just need to dedicate myself to…myself.

I have no doubt 2016 is its own forest, but this time, I’m bringing a compass, food, water, a pocket knife, and you best believe, a flashlight. But 2016 is not shrouded in darkness. I can feel it. The sun will rise on my blackened forest this year. I will rise this year.

Part of my dedication is being proactive, rather than reactive. And to help ground myself, I’m committing to carving out time for what is the most important – of course my children always have priority – but outside of my prearranged and consistent time with them, I just work – home – dance – church – repeat. That sounds like enough, but without process time; reflection time; me time (especially for a brain as vocal and reeling as mine), my “routine” is worthless – exhausting obligations with no meaning – unless I take the time to pause, reflect and address my internal to-do list.

For me, 2016 is about meaning, not motions.

2016 I take my reigns back. And burn them.

2016 I redefine myself…again… hey, this transition is trial-and-error. Hell, LIFE is trial-and-error.

2016 I learn to take zero exceptions, advocate for myself, know my value, stand firm in my worth, and truly be in charge of myself.

2016 I will meditate on a word a day and continue on my road to relovery.

Stay tuned


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