Easy like sunshine/Own it like Summer

(Stay low/ keep firing)

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It’s important to remind myself, often, that I saw this, live, with my own two. I WAS THERE AND WHEN SHE ATTEMPTED HER STAGE DIVE - I TOUCHED HER. I HELD HER UP LIKE SHE HAS HELD ME UP SO MANY TIMES. See how The Mother extends her hand to anoint us all? My life has been even more amazing since. Alhamdulilah. 

© Kent Lingeveldt 2014, Okay Africa.

It’s important to remind myself, often, that I saw this, live, with my own two. I WAS THERE AND WHEN SHE ATTEMPTED HER STAGE DIVE - I TOUCHED HER. I HELD HER UP LIKE SHE HAS HELD ME UP SO MANY TIMES. See how The Mother extends her hand to anoint us all? My life has been even more amazing since. Alhamdulilah. 

© Kent Lingeveldt 2014, Okay Africa.

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I LOVE YOU FOR THIS. THANK YOU NEO. (ME AND THE BLK JKS, YOU GUYS.)
one-neo:

#latergram #theothernight #blkjks x #nova #howincrediblyluckyamitohavewitnessedthis #idonttakethisshitlightly #supertalent #johannesburgletmypeopleglow #umzabalazo (at shikisha, miriam makeba street)

I LOVE YOU FOR THIS. THANK YOU NEO. (ME AND THE BLK JKS, YOU GUYS.)

one-neo:

#latergram #theothernight #blkjks x #nova
#howincrediblyluckyamitohavewitnessedthis #idonttakethisshitlightly #supertalent #johannesburgletmypeopleglow #umzabalazo (at shikisha, miriam makeba street)

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I don’t know when I stopped believing in heaven,
or if I do. Maybe I just stopped receiving heaven.

The sun rose. I climbed into the pines’ brittle
crowns. You could say I was retrieving heaven.

Not a place or a time, but blindness to everything
but one light, pulsing, pleasing: heaven.

We married in September. Everyone was still
wearing their summer shirts, sleeves of heaven.

It was white, there was a bend, and the car
spun. It was then I prayed, pleading with heaven.

When he goes limp, lie him down on the gurney,
Mom. Oxygen mask, breathing heaven.

The hospital shines, our son flies in and out.
The snow falls hard, relieving heaven.

He loves the colors of planets. I teach him
their lifelessness: beautiful, deceiving heaven.

I don’t know who is buried beneath me
but I hear her break as I am leaving heaven.

How can you cry for one ruined life, Maria,
when you could be grieving for heaven?

'One Life' by Maria Hummel 

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I love the ghazal form. This one moved me in a real way.

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Anonymous asked: I appreciate you. You are so much affirmation.

Amen. Amen. Amen. Stay soaring, love.

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Literally have my own contributor page on everyone’s favourite music and culture site in the woooorld. Urgh. I shed a thug tear when I saw my name in the url and on the page. (And now we do the work of filling it up some, I know…)
Shout out to Rookie Mag. My heart is so, so big for those women.

Literally have my own contributor page on everyone’s favourite music and culture site in the woooorld. Urgh. I shed a thug tear when I saw my name in the url and on the page. (And now we do the work of filling it up some, I know…)

Shout out to Rookie Mag. My heart is so, so big for those women.

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