#cocostudio

[cocostudio]

New Moon, New Start

New Moon, New Start

It’s been a long time. I shouldn’t have left you… Keep going if you know the words. Meanwhile, I’ll just bob my head and smile. It has been a while. And since I’ve last appeared in this space, I’ve been out and about in the world collecting experiences. My most recent one was a glorious trip to Sesimbra, Portugal with my cousins. I may write more about that later. Brown beauties in Portugal.…

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[cocostudio]

200 pages down.

I’m 2/3s of the way done with Pearl’s book. I’ve been on a first name basis with her since I began this journey.

Reading it makes me wonder how much wisdom gets lost because women don’t share their most intimate thoughts? Either aloud or in writing? Many of us live our lives, and simply figure out the hard shit as we go along.

Some read the self-help gurus say, and I’m sure there’s plenty of…

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[cocostudio]

Why cocostudio?

Why cocostudio?

I can’t recall if Cean or John or figured it out first. We were high school classmates, and for one reason or another Cean I think (or maybe John) saw my name written out: Nicole Collier. Doodling or something, he noted the co in Nicole and the Co in Collier. In that instant, the nickname Coco was born.

It didn’t catch on. Well not really, anyway. People have always called me whatever suited…

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Poem for Flight (Becky Birtha)

Reposting because it's Just. So. Good. (hat tip to NotesFromTheGarden for the introduction, and CocoStudio as the OP)

There will come a day—

it is not far off now—

when you wake in the morning and know

you were meant to be happy

and that you want it

more than you want

things, or memories

any concrete place called home

all the strings of the past that fasten you,

more than you want

justice or pride:

your old clay image of yourself

or the faint chance

that all that has gone wrong 

may still change.

It is you who hold

the power to change.

  And whatever it is that holds you

whatever it is you think you cannot live without

the time has come to open your hands and

let it go.

Run

flee

disappear 

break loose

take wing

fly by night

move like a meteor

be gone.

  If you fear it will never be possible

think of Harriet

who traveled alone

the first time

who finally freed three hundred people

but first

had to free

herself.