we are seeing the fallacies of a masculine only world in real time. everything “non-essential” are things we hold at the same, if not greater, importance at times. music. art. church. restaurants. clubs. sports. all expressions of a god given touch. gone. they are the ones that get shut down. the spaces we created to … Continue reading “Essential”
Today, I woke up, brushed my teeth, drank some water, and did a reiki meditation for 10 minutes. And I really ain't been right since. The world feels different. It doesn't "feel" like the same planet I've been waking up on for the past 25 years. Everything feels odd. My very few interactions with people … Continue reading
Hey! Hello! I know, it's been a minute. I'm trying a few new things. Bear with me as I explore. Thank you. Today I'm talking about Fire Quartz! Can you feel my excitement? One of the new members of my personal squad. I got this one in NOLA but had been thinking about it for … Continue reading Fire Quartz – Sept. 20, 2019
Today is the day we lay my grandfather to rest. This is a very strange time for me because I'm just dandy. I'm not sad or depressed. I'm not upset. I mean, I'm hungry and need to eat, but I'm not a complete wreck. I don't have to take life 'day by day' for the … Continue reading Today is the day…
I'm often torn between sharing my inner world and keeping it to myself. The things that interest me, the things I learn, the things I grow through, the struggles, the conundrums . . . I never know if I should share or not. I've never been able to make a strong case for either side. … Continue reading The Glass Bubble
I've spent my entire life watching my mother shrink herself in the light of men. Men that were less qualified, intelligent, educated, and skilled than her. Watching my mother completely disregard the light she worked so hard to put into me was the biggest heart break I've ever experienced. Watching her choose to stand in … Continue reading My Mother’s Light
I often debate how much to post on this blog because there are people who know me in real life but don't actually know me and would be surprised if they read these types of thoughts.
My mother often refers to the 'iron fist with the velvet glove' as a metaphor for using grace and tact with people. I wholeheartedly believe that some people need an old school Grandmother approach as opposed to the more modern and understanding approach. So this will be uncomfortable for some people. I'm not apologizing. Saying … Continue reading A Plant-Based Diet Isn’t Foreign. Stop It.
Did you really expect me to start this off any other way? Six years ago, today, we performed the death ritual for my grandmother. Today is also my granddad's birthday. Yeah, I know, that's like mad disrespectful, I'm sure it wasn't a rude birthday present, probably just how the cards fell. The American traditional sequence … Continue reading The Death Ritual
Dope conversations are dope. That is my profound thought for the week. You're welcome. Onwards and upwards. Celebrate: a: to honor (an occasion, such as a holiday) especially by solemn ceremonies or by refraining from ordinary business The nation celebrates Memorial Day. b: to mark (something, such as an anniversary) by festivities or other deviation … Continue reading Do you celebrate enough?