I went to Haiti once when I was a kid, I haven't been there since. In the last couple of years I have been trying to reconnect with the culture and the language, so I really appreciate this post. I also know what it feels like to try to write one thing and come up with another, you're a phenomenal writer, I'm looking forward to seeing more of your post!
Thank you, Stanley!! And I’ve found myself envying so many Haitian-American kids who went to Haiti every summer. Just imagining that proximity sounds heavenly. The devastation happening right saddens me. I hope an opportunity opens up for it to feel even the slightest bit safer to go.
Thank you for reading as I navigated writer’s block and found my way back.
I resonated with so much of this, from overthinking your writing to finding a lesson in cooking. Though I’m sure the piece you had in mind would have been just as worth expressing, I’m so glad you ended up writing this piece.
Thank you, Kezia! Tbh, the post I wanted to write may still get written lmao, she just didn’t need to exist yet. Brain said, “Nah, it’s the plantain, sis.” And so it was.
I've never been to Haiti, but the closest I ever felt to Haiti, outside my mother's house, was Brooklyn. And now I am in the South; where the only Haitian thing I can find is plantain and piman at the market. This is a reminder to learn to make our foods before it's too late. Besides language, food is next to pass down in generation. Thank you for this post - it made me miss home - my mother's kitchen.
I love how the plantain ripening becomes a metaphor for writing. I love how you are holding onto and exploring and sharing your connection to your ancestors’ place. I love the storytelling and how it carried you along and you carried us along. I love the music! I love how you want to know the truth before the other truths, by exploring the old religion and ways. I have the same with my Celtic and Nordic pagan roots; I am not a pagan but I want to know everything I can know. And I’ve only had plantains once in my life, and I sure would like to have them again. The sizzle!
Wholly enjoyable. I loved this. I learned. I have more to think about. Thank you.
Ugh, thank YOU. Thank you for seeing me and for reading! Yes to all of the above. And if I could make sweet plantain for you, I would. A darling fruit. I hope your day is wonderfully creative!!!
I am new here. Recovering overthinker here. This was beautiful & I could smell & taste your food from your words. BTW, that’s my favorite meal.
Thank you for being here! And thank you for appreciating my words 🥹❤️
I went to Haiti once when I was a kid, I haven't been there since. In the last couple of years I have been trying to reconnect with the culture and the language, so I really appreciate this post. I also know what it feels like to try to write one thing and come up with another, you're a phenomenal writer, I'm looking forward to seeing more of your post!
Thank you, Stanley!! And I’ve found myself envying so many Haitian-American kids who went to Haiti every summer. Just imagining that proximity sounds heavenly. The devastation happening right saddens me. I hope an opportunity opens up for it to feel even the slightest bit safer to go.
Thank you for reading as I navigated writer’s block and found my way back.
I resonated with so much of this, from overthinking your writing to finding a lesson in cooking. Though I’m sure the piece you had in mind would have been just as worth expressing, I’m so glad you ended up writing this piece.
Thank you, Kezia! Tbh, the post I wanted to write may still get written lmao, she just didn’t need to exist yet. Brain said, “Nah, it’s the plantain, sis.” And so it was.
😂 I love that
I've never been to Haiti, but the closest I ever felt to Haiti, outside my mother's house, was Brooklyn. And now I am in the South; where the only Haitian thing I can find is plantain and piman at the market. This is a reminder to learn to make our foods before it's too late. Besides language, food is next to pass down in generation. Thank you for this post - it made me miss home - my mother's kitchen.
Yes! To freedom!!! Glad you got this out. ❤️❤️❤️
“To freedom!!!” has me weak lmaooo! Thank you, love!!
I love how the plantain ripening becomes a metaphor for writing. I love how you are holding onto and exploring and sharing your connection to your ancestors’ place. I love the storytelling and how it carried you along and you carried us along. I love the music! I love how you want to know the truth before the other truths, by exploring the old religion and ways. I have the same with my Celtic and Nordic pagan roots; I am not a pagan but I want to know everything I can know. And I’ve only had plantains once in my life, and I sure would like to have them again. The sizzle!
Wholly enjoyable. I loved this. I learned. I have more to think about. Thank you.
Ugh, thank YOU. Thank you for seeing me and for reading! Yes to all of the above. And if I could make sweet plantain for you, I would. A darling fruit. I hope your day is wonderfully creative!!!
You also, Cynthia. ✨