2020 has taught me the full meaning of willful ignorance. Scary stuff. Tamla
Daily Musings 9
Natural Curiosity in the times of COVID-19: Embracing our Outdoor Classroom
During a time when thousands of students’ classrooms are computer screens, creative arts programs are being slashed, when disregard for the environment and all its living things is the norm. During a time when profit matters more than human life and dignity, it seems now, (not only because it’s the safest place to be), more than ever that we need to be outside.
Daily Musings 8
Teaching is consuming. It consumes me. I don’t know how I feel about that. 😕🤷🏾♀️ What consumes you? Tamla
Daily Musings 7
It sucks that every time I have a headache, my stomach hurts, throat tickles or I cough; I run and go check my temperature. 🤦🏾♀️😩😷 Tamla
Daily Musings 6: Breonna Taylor #sayhername
“The most disrespected person in America is the black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America is the black woman.” Malcolm X
Daily Musings #5
Life isn’t a race. Everything in its time.
Daily Musings #4
“Forget inspiration. Habit is more dependable. Habit will sustain you whether you’re inspired or not. Habit will finish and polish your story. Inspiration won’t. Habit is persistence in practice.” -Octavia Butler-
Rest well, Chadwick Boseman…and Thank You!
In general, I think about purpose a lot. My own purpose, the purpose of others and our purpose on this planet. I regularly remind and encourage my students to think about and explore their purpose, as well. Recently, after learning about Chadwick Boseman’s passing my social media fields were full of his messages, his wisdom. I watched and rewatched, listened and re-listened to his Howard University Homecoming Speech. His words were simple, true and resonated with my whole being.
2020 – Mid Year Check-In
Over half the year has passed and it has been quite interesting to say the least. Despite my city finally entering Phase 3, Covid-19 still has a grip on most of my life and much of the world. Lockdown life began for me over 4 months ago and for the most part, I’m used to it now. I live in a home with 4 generations so I never lack company.
Motherhood, my Masters and Marathons
Looking back, I wonder if my impending sense of doom that NYE night was foreshadowing for the months to come. A warning that single motherhood was in my future. A warning that life as I know it was going to change forever. A warning that change is the only thing I can rely on, and that it is up to me to reflect and pay attention to the changes that occur in and around my life. How do they make me feel? How do they make me want to feel?
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