Tribe meet Terrea:
When invited to share a piece of my heart with anyone, let alone women, I initially want to shrink back in other-worldly, grave, dark, apprehensive fear. Pieces of my heart, priceless pieces, shattered and splintered fragments are, after all, all I have left. I cling to what remains of my heart for dear life.
Nearly two years ago, I began a journey in loss, grief, brokenness, and heart-break like never before. 2016 ushered in loss in waves of uncertainty that I could not begin to imagine or describe. I was knocked off kilter and came face to face with anxiety and depression.
First the loss of an insanely loyal friend, then my Daddy, (the man who raised me and my brother with an iron fist), and then my ridiculously adventurous, little cousin at the prime of her life, topped off with the totally unexpected implosion of my immediate family unit, nearly shattered me but for the grace of God.
When everything around you seems so suddenly unfamiliar you reach for something, anything that will ground you. I remembered the Anchor of my soul when I could hardly remember little else. I felt ill prepared for what had become of my life.
I was the friend who'd stand at a safe, empathetic distance when someone else grieved the loss of anything - a cat, a job, a pair of glasses, relationship, or a beloved uncle with the customary, "I can't imagine what you're feeling, but I'm praying for you".
I had not counted on witnessing the devastating effects of addiction on those I loved most. I had not anticipated seeing the inside of a mental health unit nor the unraveling of everything I held dear. I now know the irrevocable, life changing impact loss can have on your soul.
Caring for my daddy months before his transition was a gift that I had no idea I desired or needed. God restored years of misunderstanding and skewed perceptions. I no longer wish I'd had him longer, but that I'd known him much better. God has begun a work of divinely dismantling self-righteousness and judgment while redefining the entire concept of loyalty.
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Words by: Terrea Davis
Life of an Architect
Last Friday was a rarity. Our family decided to take a weekend trip to the beach. Before we took off, we had some time. My wife had some work to wrap up, the kids had a half day of school, and I decided to head downtown to take in the city. It was a photography trek into Atlanta’s urban corridors.
I used to do these walks a lot, but kids, work, and other tasks usually occupy that time of what was city strolls.
Just like drawing, photography is something that must be practiced, and it has been a long time since I’ve practiced.
Besides a bunch of subpar photos, I had two great interactions I would have not had by sitting at home or in the office.
At 5 Points, a fella stopped me to talk shop about cameras and downtown Atlanta. Then, I was nabbed by the Georgia State staff photographer asking me to be entourage for her current campaign. She said I looked the part?
Big close: Go out and experience your city, you will be surprised how much fun you’ll have creatively wondering. #atlanta#downtown#geogiastate#photography#designi#walk#ilookup