Hoyer, A Storyer

Not A Single Story

Reminder: Africa is a continent, not a country. It’s all too common of a misconception about the region. Cultural narratives, such as myths concerning creation and origin, often overlap. Considering the continental complications of such a vast region, muddied by the European carving of the world, it remains simplest to explore the myths geographically. Each of these cultures has its own origin epics, heroes, and deities which may or may not overlap in ability, power, and patronage.

Palatial Mnemonics

I was having one of those fantastic 2:00 a.m. conversations in which existed equal parts delirium, exhaustion, and enlightenment. Inspiration strikes whenever it so pleases, despite circumstance or present company. I’ve found my best ideas in the midst of conversation. I’ll have you know of the inconvenience this causes. Imagine you’re talking to anyone, about anything, when you’re suddenly sparked to write the opening lines of a poem you know will be gone. Imagine a business concept you never bother to research because the unique strategy you pictured vanished from your mind.

Stop and smell the roses.

What are your thorns, exactly? Your flaws and imperfections. These work-in-progress parts of you are vital. They mark a space once tender, now ready to fend off untoward influence. Like your soft-petaled hopes and dreams, your prickles are vital. Think of them as boundaries. Where your leafy, nourishing goals are concerned, prickles have their rightful place on you. The next time a thorn grows, don’t remove it. Let it remind you of divine growth. Forgive whatever past weakness or transgression marked its formation. Allow it to be part of the whole you, not a scar of a shameful reminder. We all have thorns. Welcome to the garden of life.

Hoyer, A Storyer

Hist(or)ic(al) Traditions

Not A Single Story

The First Spider-Man

Muthos

Palatial Mnemonics

Stop and smell the roses.

Unearthed

Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’

Circumstances As They Are

Working Woman

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