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I’d love to talk about a current rhetoric in the south. It goes by the name of “do you believe in God?”

You’d be with your friends. They’d go “well I don’t know about YOU but I believe in God.”

You’d be with your dad and they’d say “Talk to God about it” or in my case “did you pray today?” 

*cue the video* 

I taught a little boy who actively reposts content framed as “share this if you love Jesus”. And ooh wee I could go “THATS A SORRY ASS WAY TO GET CONTENT AND IMPRESSIONS”, but I won’t. 

I went to bed last night accepting that I’d go look for a job soon. I said “this is a good time”. I let the thought flow, even indulged it and said “yeah it’s been about a good time. My dreams can still come true”. And I did my normal routine and went to bed. 

And boy though them shadows come out at night in the DAYTIME I’m on go. Sharing content. Learning, exploring. Calculating lol. 

So my exploration today was influenced by Derita Design on Instagram, an amazing studio in a historically black Charlotte neighborhood. The owner has a background in architecture (and track haha).

Anyways they posted about Virgil Abloh. Stated “I admire them because they merged gaps between creative groups and solidified their theories”. 

And when I saw theories I went oooh.. I have those “and I share them on YouTube and blogger”. 

So I thought let me go see him. They mentioned a talk at Harvard and it quickly came up. 

I didn’t finish the video. 

I found myself saying “I can see that, I’m doing that”, and I let it go. 

Now, I also follow atlhookqueen. She was a spotlight performer at the ATL bday bash this year. She mentioned a rise in opportunities and connected them to aligning with Gods timing. 

And oh boy. GOD. 

I dated someone, broke up with them, sought them again and told God I’d focus on them after trying that seeking. 

This year has been that alignment. I’d love to have conversations about God. How the southern dialogue doesn’t exclude but quite use all the beautiful words I’d like to use for you. 

I see flitterings of the Qu’ran and think… ooh I should just read a little but don’t want to send it(me) on a spiral. 

But it’s beautifully written. The words to reader, the speaker themself. I think it’s be beneficial to learn to speak to the world in such a manner. I think it’d give me insight on how I want to speak to God. How I don’t want to call him God anymore. How I don’t want to call him, him anymore. 

How I want to shed the patriarchy. The Latin’s desire to organize and give male and female a place (cords, batteries, so many things).

How I want to honor the woman but not feel the need to. My first month at Hampton I saw a student in a jacket that said “God is a woman”. I DO remember it vividly. I was nervous maybe but not fearful”

I just…. Don’t want a “I believe in God” competition anymore. 

So I typically keep quiet-ish. Oh but now…. Guys things are just happening so fast. And it’s not that fast, but the moments are slightly starting to blur. 

I write as a poop and this Publix pre cut watermelon has me pooping odd things that i haven’t experienced with watermelon before. Aging or produce changes? 

Alas, I love you all.