Since returning from the #HBFieldTrip the way I see, move, feel, express and breathe has shifted. Moved from non-stop community curating to extended moments of self-imposed isolation. So much growth occured in the weeks leading up, while driving through the smoldering NorCal hills, and upon re-entering NY and being confronted with the now. Even when you've unearthed new dreams, the ones you left behind can creep up and knock you over momentarily. Lying just beneath the surface, waiting for you to slowdown, feel, and process. I was asked recently in an interview what makes me feel powerful. It was actually a really difficult question to answer. How does a black woman in America (or anywhere for that matter) without generational wealth or support of a partner feel in control? Sick of hearing that I'm so strong. Black women have no choice but to be strong. When your an empath and emotions, oppressions, and energies enter your spirit without warning. Waves and surges of past and future collided and almost toppled me over. But I realize this is healing... I've been strong, working, constantly moving, helping others and yesterday I stopped. Finally focused on what's within. Being vulnerable, sharing, and facilitating community connection makes me feel powerful... so does this @marahoffman hemp dress. All jokes aside, taking a beat to care for me, makes me feel whole. Happy Friday babes. Photo by @amber_lokatys at @asterfarms for @humblebloomco #HBFieldTrip #bloomconsciously #entrepreneur #cannabiscommunity #HumbleBloomCo #plantedunderanewmoon #regenerativeagriculture #sustainablefashion #hempfashion (at Upper Lake, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4m9nN6lsbl/?igshid=zz0wcoxnwbjj