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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

A s k. S e e k. K n o c k.

July 24, 2019July 24, 2019 itsimaniLeave a comment

There are infinite resources You have everything you need To be exactly who you’re meant to be A S K. S E E K. K N O C K. . . . Everything that is needed for you to be your full self is present within you When you realize that you have it allContinue reading A s k. S e e k. K n o c k. →

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…

an a + b selection

December 25, 2018May 3, 2019 itsimaniLeave a comment

It took a while before I could find the words to arrange my thoughts about this loss… complex really. … it comes in the most subtle of moments. a. and now the end is near and so I face the final curtain I can smell him… I can hear him… Sitting quaint, while partitioning myContinue reading an a + b selection →

A Conversation on Church

December 18, 2018May 3, 2019 itsimaniLeave a comment

So I had a unique conversation with one of my once-student-now-friends a few days ago. They asked me, [Must you go to church, to find God?] Splintered by the pain of this scar-tissued conversation, l could empathize with the plight of this question. I have sought for years to find the answer to this question,Continue reading A Conversation on Church →

Why is there a “b” in doubt? – Gina Cooke

September 27, 2016 itsimaniLeave a comment

So this might be far reaching… But like Doubtful Thomas, you can’t serve two masters… #FauxReal #indubitably BEYOND a Shadow (false evidence appearing real : Jericho was impenetrable) of a Doubt (the substance of Faith Remains)… #WalkingInTheDust from Facebook https://youtu.be/YvABHCJm3aA via IFTTT

For this… I Thank You

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For this… I Thank You

October 12, 2014May 3, 2019 itsimani1 Comment

It’s been a long time since I’ve sat down long enough to write… Here on this rocky beach… I sit and listen… Worship… Observe… It’s quite telling when you realize how long it takes to settle into true meditation. Clearing my thoughts aside long enough to hear from my Creator… To see what He sees…Continue reading For this… I Thank You →

The Moment When Striving Ceases…

July 17, 2014May 3, 2019 itsimaniLeave a comment

TAHIRAthoughts The Moment When Striving Ceases… For those of you who may not know this, I’ve been here before lol. As a matter of fact, I call this place home. I’ve explained how I’m usually here with a few folks I call family, but I haven’t discussed in detail how time plays a part inContinue reading The Moment When Striving Ceases… →

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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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