Real Love smells like the most essential of essential oils. It sounds like the laughter of children, a birds Liberation Song and a Jill Scott run. Real Love tastes like mangoes & strawberries suspended in ice dancing in a chilled glass of uncontaminated clear, healing water. Real Love feels like a well washed blanket just …
"...As we breathe in what has been, we exhale into existence the blessings, the power and the audacity to prevail..."
It is hard to watch when our Good Will snaps. When the Rocky storms of life collide come in like a flood agitating pain and fueling ego-informed decisions.
Excerpt: "May the person named reclaim that they and the generations that are to come are free and can continue to live from a place of liberation, health, love, prosperity and bountiful joy."
Dearest Duchess.I hope you see It.I hope you see It clearly now.That thing.That thing that beauty cannot kill.You assumedas many of us havethat once they encounteredyour poiseand Gracethat you would no longer have to face It.Not there.Not in a royal place.Not with the entire world in your face watching.Not with the paparazzi gawking. As they began talkingyou …
Show yourself respect for getting through the storms in this season of your life in the best ways you knew how. You are still here. That means that you have been given the opportunity to learn from your experiences and carve out a new path, if it is required. As Mother Maya reminds us, “Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.”
It is your time. If there ever was a moment for you to actualize love, justice and liberation in your life, like Kenny Loggins sang "This is It (or was that Michael McDonald?)!
What you couldn’t comprehend was the fact that those very same flames were the very exact same ones my Ancestors taught me to tame.
As has been the case with our Syrian sisters and brothers and their children, what matters are your families, your safety, your livelihood and yes, your voices. Once the fight is over, rebuilding will be work for you and the generations to come to embark upon. The labor will seem never ending and met with resistance at every turn, as your sisters and brothers in Haiti have shown the world. However, the love of justice and liberation is worth the work.
As I sat there attempting to complete a task that I had done numerous times for myself but totally baffled all the molecules in my body right then, it all came flooding at me. The pandemic. The divorce. The isolation. The uncertainty. The exhaustion. The expectations. All of it. Then, I heard myself say the words I have been feeling for years: I can’t do this.