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Dear Me…. I’d Like you to meet You

Astrology focuses on the Saturn Return. It’s the 1-2 years before or after your 30th birthday, depending on generational aspects and the speed of time etc etc. For me, Saturn Return (2011) was a bit of a blur and not too eventful. I think mainly because I was naturally hard on myself within my conscious and subconscious mind or it could have been the fact that I have Jupiter conjunct Saturn in…

Since I’ve been in “cry baby” mode all month(by the way, I ain’t shame about it) I’ve come to acknowledge so much of what I thought I healed from and/or gotten over was just stuffed because my psyche couldn’t or wouldn’t deal. Things have always come at me hard and heavy. By the time I was in 2nd grade, my entire household as I knew it was over. Gram died before I turned 2, KayKay six months…

I dont just think about decadence, exscapism, indulgence and consumption. I ponder often on miniamilism, service, humanity, sacrifice and care. I deep dive into my passions and hobbies, but not for selfish reasons, more so for fullfiment intersecting change. I came here to live a life that is letting go of life as it has been lived over and over and over again. I came here for life lessons,…

Lately….. Lately I’ve been crying and singing… singing and crying. Batting my eyelashes and fanning the flames. Taking things to heart, deepening space for the availability of love that’s flooding in, cutting away the cords of what’s exiting out. I’m working thru the mess, I’m taking bigger more intentional steps. I’m using my pivot card to switch directions and change the road to redemption or…

I have made many decisions out of desperation as I grew and grow into my womanhood. Some of them, that have come full circle with the acknowledgment of regret and anger. Anger because the fallout of those decisions have damn near killed me, damaged my mind, and broke my heart. So I’m working with myself intentionally to forgive and understand that I can change the narrative. No it’s not easy,…

Just musing and riding my wave…

I encourage, recognize and revere beauty… although it all seems made up, some of it is just the over pour of inner beauty rising to the surface of being. Can you imagine being this beautiful, being this in touch with power, and using it to empower and adorn? What beauty secrets do you carry? Is your goddess guiding you through channels of information or just…

God must have made me a poet. One of the finest and most slicked mouthed ones around. I must be a poet. I speak words that sound and feel really good. I tell the truth, and yet it never hurts those I love.

God must have made me a poet. I will always look for and sniff out the most fragrant capacity of any situation. Even the weeds of the Dandelion sit regal within my air. My voice of sunshine…

A Classic… On Repeat

I gave up on FB. I just was so riddled with speeches and teachers and right versus wrong it’s the same ol song. You gonna get life, while he’s gonna die I need to know the meaning of life, love and liberty… are you woke my sista, WHY??

Sometimes it’s like they’re all minions trying to see who has the next big following. I see the witches and the warlocks, the sages and the media, I see the…

How sway?

There are mornings when I wake up angry, determined, pessimistic, and standing ready and waiting for a curve ball. There’s a knowing that some passive aggressive display of current common human interaction is going to tick me off in 5-4-3-2 and 1. This is where power and choice come in. Being powerful is not the ability to control and manipulate the external( at least it’s not the…

Be Careful

“you better be careful” is a narrative that is ingrained within the mind of a black child from birth… Be careful not to get hurt, be careful not to get so and so mad, be careful not to seem to desperate, be careful not appear too fast, be careful not to show too much skin, be careful that ya ass aint hanging out, be careful not to hurt anyone’s feelings, be careful not to make your…

Inhale, Exhale… Breathe

Wake up to breath

Wake up to breathing

Wake up to the snarling that your soul is seething. Wanting to be seen and heard, yet you speak not a word of your passions and desires.. you leave your soul to be railroaded and tired… undeveloped unseated, dispassionate about the destiny it’s meeting.

Time will tell and allow you to see that the hell you’re afraid of is the hell within thee..

O…

Great men speak wild things and wild things make great men. Situated upon pillars of sand and sea, rock salt available only to build upon what eventually wears away. There comes a time and testament that what you seek, shall ultimately find you. A reason…. a purpose… a legacy.

Within the bones of your creation lies the spark that is either cultivated or suppressed… either way, the world is…

My design….. a man did not create

My healing….. a man can not facilitate

My grace and strength…. a man will not break

My peace of mind…. a man will not take

Man I fucked up…

Absolutely amazing!!!

Say Cheese….

I take a lot of selfies, pictures, and stare at myself in the mirror a lot… No, I am not narcissistic (many people use this incorrectly anyway). I just know for a fact that I am stunning and that my beauty is purposeful, and I enjoy it..

I was the fat girl, the big mouthed girl, the girl who talked too much, the girl who was pretty for a dark skinned girl, and all the other girls but never just a…

New Me…. Who Dis….

At the core, I am being… And in this experience… I am a woman, I am black (whatever word we using this week) I am southern bred, and so many other things in this life… Yes these are labels and labels provide context… Cause “Lawd knows” we need context… right now more than ever.

So with this, I am not limiting what I am… however I am honoring the proximity. I am testing the waters, I am seeing…

Metamorphosis…

The day started out rough possibly because of my sleep deprived approach to today’s work flow, or maybe because of my acute decision to skip breakfast once again… Mind you, skipping breakfast is anti-self-care… 

Anyhoo, I felt empty and I am pretty sure I was, and as the tears began to well in my eyes, I told spirit that I have at least one last push left in me, but I am tired. I am listening,…