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A vibrant mural painted on a long wall in Prampram, Ghana, depicting historical and cultural themes. The artwork includes an image of a figure in regal attire, a portrait of another individual, and a raised fist. Text on the mural features quotes, including one referencing Marcus Garvey. The wall is set against a sandy ground with a palm tree to the left and a partly cloudy sky above. Image courtesy of Ebony Aya. Alt text generated by Perplexity AI.
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Spirituality and Ecology: (Re)Membering Black Women’s Legacies

By Ebony Aya. I don’t have a green thumb, or at least one I have discovered yet. Keeping my indoor plants alive has been an ongoing struggle! And the outside plants? On the off chance that I do decide to plant, which I did try to do for several years, my yields are few and far between. I sometimes forget to water. Rather than doing the necessary research to understand what things can actually grow in my environment, I have often just dived right in to see what works.

Sunset at Governor’s Landing overlooking Amistad Reservoir. Image by Seth Dodd/NPS.
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Not a Border, But a Path: Swimming Across the Rio Grande

On a cool November day, I floated in the middle of Amistad Reservoir, a lake formed by a dam on the Rio Grande. I was swimming from the United States to Mexico and back, a ten-mile round trip. From the middle, I could see two of the widely spaced buoys that mark the path of the river under the reservoir, one on either side of me; up on the dam, I could see two flags waving in the wind, one for each country. But in the water itself, there was no way to tell if I was in the United States or Mexico, no line to mark the boundary between the two nations. My body floated in both countries and in neither. There was no border; there were only the water and the sky.