Tyshia Shante

Your being, your thoughts, your mind, your body, your spirit, your soul. You.

There are many women inside me. A garden. Rich with many flowers. Each one in bloom. Separate. But together they are whole. Both beautiful and complex. Wildflowers. That grow with reckless abandon. Taking root wherever they see fit. In perfect spontaneity. No intentions or expectations. Just present for presence sake. And roses. Beautiful and delicate. Armored, so it’s best not to get to close. Brave ones proceed with caution. Past the exterior is a softness. Where you can enjoy them without boundaries. Herbs. For nurturing and dependance. Here simply to serve. To give the ones they love the things they need. Without wanting anything in return… except to be needed and loved. And weeds. Hiding in the shadows. In the spaces that need tending. Where I’m too nervous to go so I pretend… Not to see. But those are the parts that are most free. The sacred lotus. Birthed within deep waters. Exasperatedly requiring a mess in order to grow. Experiencing many lives. A spiritual wonder in the midst. At home in the thick of it all. And seedlings. Of flowers unknown. Whose roots are planted. And purpose yet to be revealed. Waiting to flourish, To join the others in the wild.

“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” ~ Zora Neale Hurston. 2017 was a year of questions. All the questions. All the time.

I'm not sure where the magic has gone this season. I feel like this is just another page in this weird chapter of my life that I've been reading. So I turn to the babies. Gifts from God. To help me remember and light the way. 

10. I want to write but the inspiration that hit earlier today is gone. Hopefully I can capture some of the magic once more. 

A home should be full of warmth, soul, and life.

5. The lessons. The lessons.

Deep down, I’m nervous that I might not be able to do it. That I have so many words inside me to say but I’ll never be able to straighten them up, pull them together, and make them presentable for consumption. That, as hard as I try to sort through the mazes of my mind, the chambers of my heart, and the depths of my soul, I’ll find too much and not enough at the same time.

Tend your garden. Plant your seeds. Blossom love. Growth and light.