24/02/2026
Life has felt like ceremony lately.
The planets shifting. The winds changing. Messages moving through the seen and unseen. You can feel when the spiritual weather is active — when the veil thins and everything is amplified. Grief louder. Love louder. Lessons louder.
There has been so much tragedy brushing up against us. So much tending. So much holding of other people’s storms. And in the midst of it, I keep feeling my connection deepen — to my ancestors, to my egun, to my Orishas who never leave me untethered.
The skies cleared for outreach — literally. Like the universe said, “okay, you can have this window.” We were out there doing what we do, holding heaviness, spreading joy, give food water and ice cream, navigating stories, moving through the wildness… and then somehow, in the middle of it all, there was an unexpected karaoke break.
Microphone in hand.
Off-key and unbothered.
Laughing from the belly.
That kind of laughter that reminds you your spirit still has access to joy.
Life is so fleeting. One moment you’re in deep grief. The next you’re belting lyrics to Chaka Khan under clearing skies with people you love. Both are true. Both are sacred.
This was us.
Unexpected karaoke.
Sky washed clean.
Hearts cracked open.
I enjoyed every second before hopping back into the wild ish. And I’m grateful we’re still here, still finding ways to sing.
With my Favorite sunday crew if
Asé
