On New Years Eve, I posted this on Facebook:

I keep wanting to write a bye-bye 2015 post, but I haven’t much to say. I’m not going to rewrite my CV or post a bunch of pics although I love all of the amazing things you’re all posting. Keep going! Thank you for sharing. For me, the year was hard and the year was lit. I’m blessed beyond belief and loved and watched over. I’m alive. I’m grateful. I wouldn’t have survived without my kindred, the beloved. You’re always with me. I’m also furious and tired. But I’m not that slavery scholar who sits with the silent, murdered dead and wonders why or how. My dead sit near me and they talk back. They make demands on me and I do my best to deliver. That’s the work. That doesn’t mean I’m not in pain or that blackness will ever matter. It means my coven is strong and wild, and I’ve got defiance in my blood. 2015 was the year I (started to) learn to conjure. 2016 is the year I work da root. And really, in this world, what more can you do but practice?

Find it here.

@jmjafrx in St. Louis Cemetery #1 | January 2, 2016 (Snapped by me)

@jmjafrx in St. Louis Cemetery #1 | January 2, 2016 (Snapped by me)


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