Category: Bleu Origins
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The Field, the Dream, and the Ones Who Stayed
A journal entry from the threshold of memory and becoming. There are moments when our spirits wake before our bodies do.Mine woke in the middle of the night — not from noise, but from knowing. It began with a dream.A field.Warm dirt beneath my feet.Women I recognized without introduction — some from my childhood, others…
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The Kitchen Where I Became
Last night, I visited a place I hadn’t stepped into in years,but my bones remembered the floor before my feet touched it.I was in my great-grandmother’s kitchen—not in memory, but in presence. The wood creaked like it knew my name.The stove wore the scent of collards, oil, and time.And my grandmother—long gone from this earth—stood…
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“Dreaming with the Ancestors: A Threshold Between Worlds”
“The Woman and the Field”A Parable in Her Voice There once was a woman with skin kissed by the sun, whose dreams wandered long before she did. One twilight night, she found herself standing not in her own bed, but in a mansion she did not remember building, owned by a pale-faced lady whose eyes…
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