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The Hammer and the Vision: Wielding Double Creativity in the Season of Faith

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The Hammer and the Vision: Wielding Double Creativity in the Season of Faith We are deep in the final stretch of 2025, Fam. Can you feel it? The air is thick right now. It’s not just the winter chill; it’s the vibration of completion. We are walking through the 7th Cycle, the season of Imani (Faith) , and we are marching toward the Great Restoration. But today? Today the fractal of time is doing something special. If you look at the map of time, the math is shouting at us. Here we are, standing in the Year of Kujichagulia (Self-Determination) —where we define ourselves and speak for ourselves. We are swimming in the Cycle of Imani —believing in our victory with all our hearts. But here is where it gets interesting: We are in the Week of Kuumba (Creativity) , and today, specifically, is the Day of Kuumba . That’s a "Double-Dose" of Creativity. A double shot of that creative spark. Now, I know what the world tells you creativity looks like. They tell you it’s adding more paint ...
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To Rest Is to Resist: Reclaiming Stillness in a Culture That Fears It

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To Rest Is to Resist: Reclaiming Stillness in a Culture That Fears It    "Even the drum rests between beats. That silence? It’s sacred." *video available  Here We’ve all heard the warning: "An idle mind is the devil’s workshop." For many of us, especially Black folks, those words were passed down like sacred scripture . Spoken in love but forged in trauma, the phrase echoes our people’s long history of being forced to produce, hustle, and perform just to be seen as human. But what if stillness isn't laziness? What if rest—real, intentional, soul-deep rest—is resistance? The Weekend That Asked for Nothing Recently, I did something radical. I laid down. Not from exhaustion. Not because I’d worked two jobs. Not because I earned it. I just… wanted to. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel guilty about it. No rushing to open a building. No helping someone move a couch. No calls, spreadsheets, or space-saving. I just was. And that still...
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