The Seasonal Shift
The seasonal shift is refreshing, like the dawn of a new day, outstretching its arms, offering the promise of second chances & renewed opportunities. The drear of winter gone, the trees now in full bloom—nature’s reminder that in time, all things are made new. And though the disappointment of yesterday may linger, grace waits expectantly at the door, an invitation to freedom. Because rebirth does not happen in the light, but rather on the cusp, when the final leaf falls and the sun dips beneath the horizon. There, in that place, is the beautiful revival
April 23, 2019 – by Lauren Neal
A Rush Hour Epiphany: On the Road in Haiti
A Rush Hour Realization: On the Road in HaitiDusk begins to fall like a sign of relief after a long day’s work; blood, sweat and tears in its most literal sense. A stagnant line of vehicles is evidence of the journey home for many. Hues of pastel paint the sky, a...
A New Year: Looking Back & Looking Ahead
A New Year: Looking Back & Looking AheadAt the end of 2020, hopeful optimism hung in the air. The calendar’s turnover was like an offer of respite for the weary; a long, deep exhale; an accomplished sense of relief I imagine most marathon runners feel as they...
In the Field: 4 Ethical Photo Practices
In the Field: 4 Ethical Photo PracticesYears ago, when I first traveled to Haiti, the iPhone had just made its initial release into the world, Facebook was still a networking tool for college kids, and T9 texting was the standard for telecommunication. Only about 25%...
The Reward of Risk in a Comfortable Life
The Reward of Risk in a Comfortable LifeI was recently asked in an interview how risk has played a role in either my personal or professional life. I almost laughed at the question, not because it was comical or humorous but because of my long-standing history with...
Shattered and Pieced Together Again
Shattered and Pieced Together AgainAnd so it goes: The coming and going, The greetings and goodbyes. You are there and I am here; The distance feels so bitter. So I wonder and I wander, Heart grieving and rejoicing, A harmony of sorrow and joy, Of feeling empty and...
When Re-Entry is Hard: A Personal Reflection
When Re-Entry is Hard: A Personal ReflectionNo one can prepare you for re-entry, not even your closest friends and family who have traversed the season alongside of you from which you are returning. Neither can a countless number of books and podcasts nor accumulated...
Ahmaud Arbery: Where Darkness Prevails
FacebookInstagramPinterestAhmaud Arbery: Where Darkness PrevailsIt was the third day of sorority rush. I was a sophomore at the University of Alabama, fresh off of summer break, thrown back into the thralls of brief meet and greets, rehearsed songs, and all the makeup...
COVID CHRONICLES: TWO YEARS IN QUARANTINE
COVID CHRONICLES: TWO YEARS IN QUARANTINEA thought piece from the perspective of Scindie Saint Fleur Being confined is nothing new to me. This July will mark two years since ongoing political and social crises have plagued my country. And these periods of confinement...
The Gravity of Privilege
The Gravity of PrivilegeBeneath the shade of the bamboo and the palm leaves, he crouches over, his concentration fixated on the task before him—the scrap metal that he will soon transform into marketable art decor, a statement piece to be bought and hung on the wall...
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