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Sugar From Sun TinyLetter was started in 2018 as a way to practice more honestly, closeness and joy by sharing words with my community. You can subscribe for letters in your inbox here. Below are some of my favorite letters.

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” I could not puzzle how to allow my blackness, undiluted, to live fully in the white worlds surrounding me. For a long time my solution was to turn myself into a classroom. I regularly pulled out parts of myself for others to dissect and examine. I explained away microaggressions, excused ignorance and expected very little from the people who were supposed to love and care for me. . . My heart breaks for the little girl who believed from a young age that she was a problem and felt deeply accountable to solve it.  Read more.

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“When black people are killed, which they always are, the horror comes unobscured. Another natural disaster befallen people who have lived through a million earthquakes. A thousand tornados. Daily typhoons. They come steadily. Consistently destructive.” Read more.

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“All our plans are casualties to change . . . and yet our dreams are untouched. Transferred across generations, physical space and spiritual realities in pristine condition. They are our most precious hope. . . Maybe dreams are the only real anchor we have. I’ve been thinking a lot about what “dreams” mean to me. They feel like the inverse of prayer. Dreams are things God sends down through us and asks us to live out. Prayers are us asking for guidance in living out those dreams. Like an endless circle, the dreams and prayers clarify and intensify each time. Nothing can derail them because they’re divine in nature.” Read more. 

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“I find myself here. Cracked open inside. Being invited into a deep reckoning. There is an offering laid out before me. A buffet of questions and possibilities. The last two weeks have been massive. Like a black hole whose power pulls you into an infinite darkness. In this moment, at the edge of the abyss, I find myself called to courage (the wisdom of my heart), clarity (the wisdom of my intuition) and creation (the wisdom of God). A Change Trinity: Courage, Clarity and Creation. The three dance with each other, trying to find their rhythm within me.” Read more. 

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“My life keeps filling up with these unexpected beauties. These overwhelmingly stunning things that don’t fit into my design, yet demand my admiration. And in this way, what was once a garden has become a whole world in bloom, waiting for me to bask in its wonder. Like a sea of bluebonnets on the side of the Texas interstate highway — too many to count, impossible to anticipate and insisting that, even in your hurry to get where you’re going, you stop and witness.” Read more. 

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“Sometimes I have sensations like this that are both memories and visions. I listen to a friend tell the story of baking bread over an open fire in her home country and see the soft leather hands of my great-great grandfather kneading dough. I watch a little girl run with reckless abandon in a community garden and hear the laughter of my daughter yet to be born. I listen to a beautiful young poet read aloud with desperation and find myself a witness to my mother before she was my mother, on her knees praying, faithful and alone . . . These small glowing thresholds which seem to be the keepers of every answer we’ve been seeking for generation after generation. We must give them our full attention.” Read more.

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