I’m Ifie Natasha Brandon — an author, poet, & creativangelist somewhere between Lauryn Hill, Nola Darling, & Jesus Christ.
I was preparing to take a shower a few days ago and I could feel myself rushing. In the last year, I’ve developed a practice of advising myself to slow down and pay attention to what I’m actually doing. I noticed I was rushing through the shower before it had even started, so I slowed … Continue reading In Little Moments: A Sunday Sermon
It's been a month since I’ve worn makeup. Mostly because I left my makeup bag at my parents house and the 45 minute drive just hasn't felt worth it. I did my hair at 2am, tweezed my eyebrows in between blogs and put on 99cent lip gloss. I have bumps on my face because I … Continue reading Pretty Face.
Getting older is scary. Not because we’re closer to old age, but because the weight of responsibilities that sit on our shoulders seem to get heavier and heavier with each year. At least that’s how I felt. I felt like getting older meant you needed to know more, be better, do better, have more answers, … Continue reading thirty.
I handed myself a resume the other day. One I thought was really, really good. I was praising myself and giving myself all the accolades. I was stern in my thoughts and abilities. I knew my skills. I knew what I had to offer any job that I came across. And then the next minute, … Continue reading You Are A Good Thing, No Matter What They Say
What you want in life often escapes you when you’re paying attention to too many things at one time. "Focus on one thing," they say. "Do one thing," they say. Leave everything else behind and just do what you love. But then, what you love becomes the only focus of your life and then your … Continue reading And Then All Of A Sudden, You Can Breathe Again.
I sat up in my bed a little dazed and confused. For the last 3 months everyday has felt like a reemergence from the twilight zone. It always takes just a few minutes to remember where I am. Just as I sat up, I heard the voice loud and clear. “You don’t need to run, … Continue reading Don’t Run; Release.
I hold my breath a lot. I noticed it the other day when I let out a big sigh in the middle of a conversation with someone. I don’t breathe regularly. I’m constantly holding my breath. Letting out huge sighs over and over. People comment on them. They ask me things like“why did you let … Continue reading Is It Okay To Run Away?
There is something beautiful about a person who is willing to be completely authentic to their hearts desires. Especially when those desires go against popular rhetoric and design. The other day, as I sat in Tin Lizzy’s stuffing my face with this Sante Fe quesadilla, I watched a women introduce herself as Megan. She wore … Continue reading An Ode To LGBT
We wake up. We feed children. We clean house. We let go of our inhibitions from the night before or the entire week we spent tired but pushing past our will to accommodate the needs of others and ourselves. And our households. We are superheroes; that’s not in question. But, we are not invincible. We … Continue reading What Women Really Mean When We Say We Need A Break
There is so much Pressure. To be great. To be valuable. To succeed. To know yourself. To know others. To want yourself. To want others. To love. To hate. To be nice. To be mean. To let go. To hold on. To be in love. To let love die. The pressure to grow long … Continue reading Where Does Pressure Come From?
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