In December 2017, I was sitting in a cafe in Cape Town, South Africa, writing notes in my journal when the idea for a new blog came through. Since college, I’ve always had a blog– there was Travel Tattoo, all about my travel adventures and the physical and non-physical tattoos my travels etched. For a while, I had a column on Extreme Dreamers, a platform started by my sister Leah’s college bestie, Jonell. Then there was frame of reference; it got really spiritual around that time. ShyahDickerson.com was a moment, and then my beloved love lifted me. This space detailed me getting to my essence ..read more

On the morning of March 1st, I woke up from a dream where a great tree had fallen. I was at home in a forest and noticed a giant tree uprooted from my glass balcony windows. At the root of the tree, on either side, I saw my Aunt BeeBee and my cousin Dilcy but what blew me away was what I saw at the top of the tree, deep in the forest, too far for any of us to reach. I witnessed my Grandfather, Edward Lee Dickerson, Jr., walking with three mystical ancient-looking women. One had really long gray hair, and she seemed to be the pack’s leader. She assured me, “he is fine.” She used numbers that I ..read more

I have been in the midst of a glorious and necessary hardware upgrade. As a result, my physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual systems are recalibrating. I have been most present to this upgrade beginning August 1st. It was the day before my birth date and the eve of my shift into a number 7 personal year. Unprompted by me (but not my Spirit), my numerologist sent me a series of comforting and very telling voice notes detailing the impending shifts this number 7 personal year may present. At some point, I will write in detail about all of this. For now, I am sharing a note I found in my em ..read more

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 I often find myself reflecting on love… my practice lately has been one of gratitude. On July 2nd (my parent’s 34th wedding anniversary), I mosied over to a bookstore that I recently learned was in my neighborhood. 44th & 3rd Bookseller nearly took my ..read more

You are LIGHT and what is most beautiful about your light is that it, you have never been afraid of the dark. You are courageous, alluring, daring. The essence of you is healing; a balm, if you will. You never shy away from the work, the sometimes deep, dark, excavating work. I want you to know that you have arrived. We have arrived. We traveled out of the darkness and into the light. There is nothing you are lacking. You are in total alignment with your destiny, with your Ori. Everything you touch will succeed. happy homecoming. homegoing is inevitable, certain yet clandestine, we know not wh ..read more

This weekend radiates luxury. Saturday morning, I woke up before sunrise. The rain was beating against my windows, the trees blowing in the wind. Both King T’Challa and Mojo Majick (my super awesome black cats) had retreated to their corners of our home as I basked in the stillness of the moment. Eventually, I did my prayers, made honey chai turmeric tea, tip-toed out the front door with planters in hand to catch rainwater for my plants. Back in bed, I journaled, finished ‘True Love’ by Thich Nhat Hahn for maybe the fifth time, journaled a bit more, and drifted off into a peaceful nap. I neede ..read more

During the weekend of my first doula training, I drove from Richmond, VA, to Pleasant Hill, NC, to surprise my Grandma Lee with a visit. On my first day of training, I learned that at the 20th week of gestation, a female fetus had developed a reproductive system. Including all the eggs she will have in her lifetime. So the egg that created me first existed in my mother’s womb while she was still in her mother’s womb. I sat at the foot of Grandmother’s bed, telling her all that I have learned so far. “Grandma, I was in your womb before I came to be.” She smiled and began to recount her birth ..read more

Resurrection: The revitalization or revival of something. Today I am particularly reflective on the journey of my honorable ancestors. I am grateful for the influence of both my maternal and paternal lineage. The blood that flows through my veins is their blood— Julia. Albert. Edward. Gracie. Walter. Lillie Mae. Ethel. Jasper. Ella. The Ingram’s (twice over) The Dickerson’s. The King’s. The Wooten’s. The Wilkins’. The Jones’. I am reflecting on those names and the names I do not know. Easter or Resurrection Sunday is a holiday that I do not necessarily observe as I may have in the recent past ..read more

Riveting times.  Mother Earth is regenerating. Let’s regenerate with her. Life as we know it may become permanently altered. inward– Go, it’s calling to all inhabitants. Rest. Detox. Move Slow. Ground yourself. Let go. Love deeply. Do nothing without intention. Alkalize your bodies. Laugh often. Practice gratitude. -inward. Inward– I wrote that over two weeks ago. Staying home was the recommended thing to do, not yet mandated. Social Distancing wasn’t a widely spread notion. The sun was shining the day I wrote this. I thought, what a profound time to go inward. I had thoughts on how I would ..read more

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of goodness. Endless gratitude is what I have for the people and experiences placed in my life. 2020 has been interesting so far. I think we were all excited about the fresh breath of this year and perhaps not prepared for the profound sense of joy and grief that would co-exist universally. People are transitioning– from earth– seemingly untimely. Life here on earth is transitioning in its own way as well. I am honoring existence in ways that I have not before. Often futuristic in my thoughts, I’ve been focusing more on living in the moment. Accepting e ..read more