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Unplugged V: Five Women, Many Roots, One Stage

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On the evening of March 26th, I went to Unplugged Vol V which was held at Alur Restaurant Lounge, in Montréal. Besides knowing that the line up was 5 Black women, I was unaware of how the evening would go. That night was a "first time everything" for me: my first time at this restaurant, my first time attending an Unplugged 514 event and my first time listening the artists. The lounge and the host were soothing and welcoming, which set the tone for the evening. Soon enough, after a drink and some conversations, a gentleman, Papi Jay, took the mic and introduced himself. He also gave us the history of Unplugged 514. He explained that the plan is to showcase the variety of artists Montreal has. The host for the night, a singer himself, let the public know he wanted an all women line up for the March edition. Knowing this month is known to celebrate women and their rights, this was pretty thoughtful.  I remember being flabbergasted at the velocity, the depth and different colour...

Réapprendre à fleurir

Alors que j'écris ces lignes, cela fait officiellement moins d'une heure que j'ai résilié mon contrat avec un employeur.  Je me suis assise avec cette décision comme on s’assoit avec une tasse encore trop chaude : je l'ai regardée, et je l'ai laissé refroidir un peu. Ce n’est pas une fuite. Ce n’est pas une crise. C’est un choix calme. Un choix qui me ressemble davantage que les derniers que j’ai faits. L'expérience m’a forcée à me regarder autrement. Les mains serrées, les lieux parcourus, les conversations échangées avec la population que j’ai côtoyée m’ont ramenée à moi. J’ai commencé à entendre des réponses, pas toujours claires, mais suffisamment honnêtes pour continuer. La réalité est que depuis 2019, j’ai l’impression d’avoir mis ma vie sur pause. J’avançais en mode autopilote, juste assez pour payer les factures, pas assez pour me sentir vivante. J'étais présente, mais qu'en apparence. Devant le miroir, je ne reconnaissais plus l’image qui me reg...

Writing Through Anxiety: The Journey Back to Consistency

Have you read my previous article ? I invite you to clic on the link before you read the rest of this new one. I left off asking myself "do I want to be seen? 🤔" Honestly, I don't know how to answer this question. It comes with its own I rather focus on me just doing what    I’ve always had a soft spot for writing, starting with French as my first language. With family in the U.S., English came into my life early on, so eventually, I began writing in English as well. I believe writing is an art, and anyone who can create magic with words is an artist, no matter the language or form.