March to June the harvest came. The harvest of seeds I had been sowing for years and years and years had finally come to fruition in front of me. “Behold, I will make a way in the wilderness” He did. I was out of the wilderness and I couldn’t believe it. When I walked out, [...]
Author: baileyfred
I have a heart for people, I drink way too much coffee, and I am a big believer in the power of writing. I am passionate about empowering others to use their voice and to share their stories. I believe it can take great courage to stop, reflect, and write. There is nothing easy about writing but there is always something freeing about it. I write to express myself and to hopefully encourage someone else to do the same along the way. So friends, write with me. Let's be a community that courageously shares our stories and thoughts to learn from one another— because after all, life is a life of learning.
Simple Shaking Hands with Complexity
October 1st I sit here. Wanting to write a letter or an ode to this jittery joes. But, that isn’t quite the head space I am in. I think that is what has been frustrating me the past few months. I haven’t known quite where my head space has been. It has felt too much [...]
August
August came and went. It was swift. Sometimes gentle, But, Mostly abrupt with it’s touch. Leaving me And My hands Opened To surrender My pride That so heavily is Intertwined with My need to control Time My heart & mind And circumstances that bind. August carries so naturally with it transitions— Shifts Turns Disruptions— both [...]
Own Skin
It is a funny thing that sometimes we have to relearn to grow comfortable in our own skin. Or, maybe it isn’t that we ever grew uncomfortable in our own skin. Maybe we’ve always loved and known being in our own skin, but we’ve been so fearful of people not seeing us for us. It’s [...]
The What If Wrestle with Fear
Fear is one of the greatest emotions that connects us across humanity. Somewhere along the line of transition into adolescence out of the innocence of childhood I developed more of a fear. As a child, the world was my playground and I was the queen of risks. You couldn’t find me without mud underneath my [...]
My Own Ignorance Met With An Urgent and Ongoing Call to Take Social Responsibility
Before I start diving into this, I have to say that I am not the one who should be urging people to vote. Nor am I the one who should be informing people on voting- it’s quite hypocritical to my past and even my present. But, that’s also why I should speak. My own experience [...]
Confront it. In the mirror. And in its face.
I feel sick to my stomach. Horrified. Heart broken. Without adequate words. I am angry. So angry. Outraged. Without adequate words. I am sad. Grieving and mourning what should be grieved and mourned every time an innocent life is taken. Yet, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I remain at a distance. It is easier that way. [...]
Sometimes
Sometimes I feel like I write the same words over and over again. Each thing I write, blending into one forgotten and familiar piece. It’s a part of my processing. My becoming. My evolving. My sanctification. I fear the repetition. I want each step to be new. Ground breaking. Forward. Leaving the past behind. Yet, [...]
Silence is Violence
I haven’t had words in the last two weeks, like many others. I have been so angry and upset hearing about the news of Ahmaud and Breonna’s stories. And I still do not even know where to begin in speaking and in fully processing. It wasn’t until I was back in my classroom on [...]
Brave: A Compilation
For the last month or so, in this time in quarantine, I have asked people to write on the word brave. I asked people to write the stories of bravery. Or, to share where they have seen bravery. Where they have been brave. And, lastly, I asked what does brave mean to you? In this [...]
