First Moon Celebration

This moment is essential not because it’s a photo of black women but it’s a snapshot of generations being healed + patterns being broken. When I divorced my kids father I didn’t understand the gravity of witnessing a family being torn apart by epigenetic trauma while trying to balance your truth + your kid’s hearts. It’s complicated! I vowed that if I survived divorce that I would live authentically + ensure that I keep the remnants of our family together if it killed me. This picture is the relentless shadow that stands as a reminder that love conquers all. It is a glimpse of healing in motion. It is a mere reflection of black folks getting their shit together.

 So often we as people strike a match not thinking of the fires that will ensue + the lives that will be lost. Not on my watch! I refuse to watch people shift uncomfortably because we don’t want to stay together for the sake of kids. I refuse to not get along with the people that were once a part of my life due to a savage like divorce. I refuse to not beat the odds + allow my children to escape the imprisonment that society tries to project on to children that come from broken homes.

This picture was taken capturing the moment my daughter started her “moon” + decided to enter into womanhood. This picture is the salve that is needed to heal all the women that came before all of these women. This picture is just a few of the remnants that my children will carry with them along their journey of healing. Welcome Canada...Salut!