Go into the storm daughter. Go into the winds. Find your safe house – the tower of your dreams, the cabinet filled with your medicine.
Don’t fret the storms daughter. The winds and rains and lightening across the night sky are necessary to keep movement; to stir the stagnate, to toil the earth and pollinate the seeds of life, of future.
Dance into the storms daughter. Feel the roots beneath your feet. Touch the earth skin and move across the spot where the Mothers have outlined your sacred space for you and you alone. Do not be moved. You are protected. Do not be shaken, you are loved. You are anointed with your own unique crown.
Smiths Grove, Kentucky
Embrace the storms daughter. You are not alone. Your Grandmothers are dancing with you throughout the circle of life.
Clarksville, Tennessee, the afternoon after the storm
I am a creative place whisperer seeking to preserve and reactivate urban public spaces into safe designs that facilitate a sense of belonging for all people. It is beyond time to manifest the vision of Beloved Communities. Places are sacred and are the wombs of humanity. They must be tended to physically and spiritually to create reciprocal eco-systems so all inhabitants thrive. I apply my practice through: scholarship as a depth-community psychologist; community healing as an Orisa priestess of Osun; curation of stories as founder of Callie Rose Literary Arts; and mentorship through the Florence Aliese Community. I am available for public speaking, community building workshop facilitation, and technical advice on community engagement and program design.
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