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eight weeks

July 24, 2019July 24, 2019 itsimaniLeave a comment

R E V E L A T I O N Being back from Rome isn’t a failure, it’s an iteration… I said this… 2019 Advertisements

TahiraROMA: vol. 10

May 16, 2019July 14, 2019 itsimaniLeave a comment

A couple weeks ago, my french friend Annelies gave me the tallest and most beautiful sunflower I have ever seen. Before I knew it was mine, my heart locked eyes with it, standing on its own spine, shining brightly in the corner of our favorite coffee shop. Something innately sparked within my heart. There areContinue reading TahiraROMA: vol. 10 →

TahiraROMA: vol. 9

May 13, 2019July 14, 2019 itsimaniLeave a comment

When in Rome…DO as the Romans do… What does that even mean in modern day Rome? And who are these Romans you might ask? Of all the various cities I have visited in my short life, I have never met a city so inundated with cultural complexities. The disparities between the young and old, localContinue reading TahiraROMA: vol. 9 →

TahiraROMA: vol. 8

May 9, 2019July 14, 2019 itsimaniLeave a comment

*sidebar* I started working out again… which shouldn’t have been such a big deal, but for years I had been struggling with an assortment of setbacks. When it comes to full disclosure, there is no better time like the present. The last time I was in a good place with my physical health and wellness, IContinue reading TahiraROMA: vol. 8 →

TahiraROMA: vol. 7

May 6, 2019July 14, 2019 itsimaniLeave a comment

//SHIFT//The changing of the season… It is easy to assume and just as easy to forget the universal truth that seasons change. Even in sunny California, sunshine is brightest after a long bought of rain clouds. A perfectly still day in Chicago is breathtaking after the insistent winter wind. With no rain, there is noContinue reading TahiraROMA: vol. 7 →

TahiraROMA: vol. 6

April 29, 2019July 14, 2019 itsimaniLeave a comment

Word of the day//month//season:F E D E Fede // Faith This is old news to some and new news to others…

TahiraROMA: vol. 5

April 29, 2019July 14, 2019 itsimaniLeave a comment

Let me tell you a story… August 2008 – Summer Olympics Recent Graduate of University Underwhelmed New Teacher’s Assistant in a Kindergarten classroom New (347) number, anticipating my move to New York I just wanted to run…

TahiraROMA: vol. 4

April 28, 2019July 14, 2019 itsimaniLeave a comment

Primo Mese in Italia I am not sure when my vacationing ended and my residency began… but somewhere between my mother heading back to states, moving out of my hotel and into an apartment and settling into the time change with scheduled walks with the pup, somehow I live here now! In moments it feelsContinue reading TahiraROMA: vol. 4 →

TahiraROMA: vol. 3

April 28, 2019July 14, 2019 itsimani2 Comments

Benita…oh how I love her.  If you are just getting to know me in the last 5 years, you may not have ever known that Benita and I are living in a NEW wine kinda relationship… This love is still honeymoon status! lol…  For context, I was brought back to my earlier years while inContinue reading TahiraROMA: vol. 3 →

TahiraROMA: vol. 2

April 27, 2019July 14, 2019 itsimani1 Comment

First Destiny…  Then Faith.  Cheers to my next stranger encounter. Mom and I met this beautiful woman, in the form of our server at a restaurant. I find that restaurants are the BEST locations to have divine encounters… because who doesn’t like food and good people?! We started off this meal with Destiny, laughing atContinue reading TahiraROMA: vol. 2 →

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nomad. __ When I tell you that I have felt like a woman with no home my entire life, I’ve got witnesses and receipts to prove it. Yes, I’ve been fortunate to have a roof over my head, but even as a young girl questioned if it was the right one. . Yes, I’ve been supernaturally provided for, when all I saw was lack, but still questioned if I was eating another man’s plate. . Yes, I’ve been traveling this world, adventuring through city and village, but questioned if I’d ever be able to sustain this living beyond wandering from place to place. __ I’m not mad. __ But sometimes I wonder... Why don’t I look or feel like the wonderful and beautiful people I love so much? . Why does my heart not settle in one place for very long, before it presses toward another precipice? . Why do I dream in languages and lands that don’t belong to me, and wake up to the same ceiling day after day? . Why am I not “where I’m supposed to be?” Where am I supposed to be? __ home. __ She said, a N O M A D doesn’t find HOME in a location, a N O M A D finds HOME in a P E O P L E. __ //perspective shift// __ Yes, I am a N O M A D Yes, I do B E L O N G Yes, I see with V I S I O N Yes, I will B E C O M E __ ... all that I was created to be.
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What is your giving producing? _ I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately... For me personally, giving tends to be a struggle of mind vs. heart. Growing up, “well acquainted with the struggle,” I was not able to forget the sacrifice my giving would cost me. That fear was modeled for me in my surroundings and influences. Yet, my heart was in constant turmoil over the needs of others. I remember begging my mom to turn the car around, to give food to a homeless man, from the little bit of groceries we were able to purchase. My heart always led me to give, even when I didn’t seemingly have the means for it. _ A few weeks ago at my midweek dinner party, we had a PARTY in more ways than one. I just remember saying, “this is a loaves + fishes kinda party.” We watched as the door kept opening, and people filled the room. What had been planned for 15 people, stretched over in abundance to feed 30 people! We had plenty for seconds, had left overs and all rolled outta there stuffed and satisfied. I love moments like that where you know God came through. And every little bit that was brought to the table was multiplied to match the appetite in that room. _ In this harvest season, I just harvested my first kale seeds. Typically it is expected that a kale plant will take up to two years before it goes to flower and seed. And my two remaining plants fulfilled that growth in only one year. It wasn’t my intention to maximize my gains on those little seeds I planted by faith last year. Really the planting was almost a cleansing for me, where I lended my trust to God for something new to burst forth in my life. I was grateful for the sprouts that would emerge, and never would have expected to return on that investment 100-fold. THAT is the faithfulness of God. _ This picture of these seed pods, carrying hundreds of seeds is an image I will never forget. It represents the overflow of blessings that comes as a result of one faith step. If 2 seeds made 200... how much more would be produced in the second, third and fourth harvests? I’m thinking about my 2 coins differently now. It may be all that I have, but little becomes much when I place it in the hands of the Master. _
There is so much muscle memory associated with this day. So many inseparable memories distinctly imprinted in my mind. 2001 • witnessing breaking news.in.real.time. Was it a hoax? And in one split second... I immediately recognized how real it was. Construction on campus, I worried the emergency landings might accidentally fall on the roofs of our buildings. Silence during World History, as we watched... world... history. An insurmountable resurgence of community arose from the dust and ashes of this tragedy. 2014-2015 • dance season at @thedanceaffair Our theme for the year was New York. I don’t know how many times Ms. Erica asked//suggested//insisted I tackle the biggest elephant in the room, and create a piece in #tribute to this tragedy. I don’t know how many times I said no, before I saw it. I saw the work complete. A picture of New York, before//during//after this tragedy. I knew I had to do this piece. //N E V E R F O R G E T// About 20 movers, the youngest of dancers was 10 years old, not even alive on this day. Together we journeyed through story after story, and learned how to hold the grief in our bodies, long enough to bring catharsis to those who needed to experience it. This one ran deep. Multi-dimensional and perfectly imperfect, I am still #humbled by this work. May we all continue to #breathe #catharsis with and for one another, while we #rebuild from life’s tragedies. . . #911memorial #neverforget #artheals #remember

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