On awakening, meditation, and hearing the music that was always there. This morning, I heard something I didn’t realize I had been missing. Birdsong. Not faint. Not distant.Full-throated. High-pitched. Insistent.As if the trees themselves had awakened and decided to sing. I sat very still and listened. At first, it almost startled me — the sharpness of their warbles, the sheer volume of life pouring into the air. My winter ears could barely take it in. But then something inside me responded....

Defying Gravity is a space for Black women navigating midlife transitions — exploring identity, emotional wellness, health, and the courage to rise beyond survival.