My vision in 2020 to build a legacy of sustaining Black women leaders differently was confronted with my superpower telling myself to write a plan rooted in urgency, constant activity, and scarcity. I would have to wipe clean how I cultivated and nourished my superpower if i was going to build THP and my legacy. I would have to surrender to  new ways of nourishing my vision in order to see possibility — in order to see the future.  Join me in watching the future through the stoic Great Blue Heron, the time traveling journeys of the Red Tailed Hawk, and the silence of the Great Horned Owl. 

Over the last two months, I’ve found myself in deep inquiry with trees, wondering what I can learn from their roots below the surface to help me in crafting a set of intentions for embodying grounding this year and throughout my own legacy building.

I used to be anxious about the return from winter breaks, but right now I’m blissfully ignorant about the to do lists and pressure to plan resolutions. Right now I choose to stay surrounded by this feeling of presence. Of grounding in a trail of snow.

I started 2020 deteriorated; for years I did not treat my body as deserving of respite. And then, the week before the NYC shutdown happened.