A beautiful change is what I see.
Times of complexity and change ask us to slow down, sense, soften and let things surface.
Not everything important announces itself.
Some things arrive quietly.
Waiting for You to rest.
Waiting for You to reclaim.
Waiting for You to remember.
In our languages, our lineages and our landscapes.
in our languages
we innovate through old “new” idea.we innocently spread like bacteria.we invite all to revisit criteria.
we expect initial invisible confusion,we expose interconnected collusion,we express intentional collision.
we find verse as we listen.we serve even when silent.we know surfaces can glisten.
we choose to integrate the side-eye.we know whose tears fall bone-dry.we are of those who clarify.
in our lineages
we honour the children,we are held by the Elders,we are humbled by one another.
we laugh outloud.we live as creatives.we linger in connection.
we hold the archives and invisible crown.we exhale, then claim what we own.we breathe in soil, dark brown.
we tend to stick out in a crowd.we mend memories of the proud.we send love where it’s not allowed.
in our landscapes
we genuinely see beauty as unfinished.we generously feel cherished.we graciously are nourished.
we let air lead by example.we receive the fruits of our labour.we set terms of engagement.
we enter with husk.we leave often before dusk.we hang around with those with tusk.
we do heavy lifting together.we believe in progress and better.we are light as a caged bird feather.
Yolanda is an embodiment of Ancient Afrikan Indigenous wisdom.