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Friday, February 14th, 2014

The Power of ‘I CAN’.

I can yip

      This post almost didn’t get written. It’s not because I didn’t want to write it. If there is one thing you may know about me, I’m always writing. Always. But even though I had the concept of this post for some days now, divine mind took her ever loving time in sharing with me what was to be shared with you (that would also fall in direct line with my editorial schedule). Add to that, this week has been off the chain busy. I literally just walked in the house from a full day of work/travel. Plus, it’s St. Valentine’s Day. My body is telling me noooooooooo! But spirit now wants to talk about yeeeeeeees!. O__O.  A nap would be nice…   So. I met a girl. I did, I swear! But it’s not what you think. I was sitting on a bench via the Suburban Station (in Philly) train platform (waiting for my train) with probably THEE biggest, giddiest smile on my face. Why? Because I had just left the most validatingly awesome meeting in my … Continue reading

Thursday, February 6th, 2014

Building Better Habits? … whet?

stress reduction kit

    Ever just wake up one morning and decide your life needs something? Busy people tend not to just arbitrarily add stuff to their plates, but sometimes adding stuff actually makes room for more–if you add the right stuff. For me, I wanted to add a habit. … … … A whet? Yes. A habit. For years I’ve lived the Indiana Jones equivalent of life processes. If I think of it, I do it– I think of lots of things, so I do lots of things. No day is ever the same and my life is a persistent adventure that never feels at all like drudgery. o__o. I will also admit that my life often does NOT feel stable. Like my life is a sand castle being built on THEE windiest beach on the planet. Yeezus. I’m not at all a status quo girl, but I am a guerrilla gardener. What I’ve noticed about plants is that while they grow on their own time and do what they want, when they want, they also can only do this when they are … Continue reading

Friday, January 31st, 2014

The Privilege of Ignorance + How to Stop Complaining


    I was asked on Facebook earlier last week if I saw the article attached to the above picture. I did. I saw about a ton of articles and explanations attached to that picture. I even saw the photo response by Russian Photographer Alexander Kargaltsev–which, although an appreciated sentiment, it’s not the same. Click the link and talk amongst yourselves if you must. I think I purposefully ignored most of what was circulating by way of #OppressionChairGate and Garage Magazine Editor Dasha Zhukova‘s tush, because on so many levels I really just think some folk are ridiculously ignorant. I do not believe that every person should self-edit themselves to the point of ridiculousness, but I do think folk should walk the planet with a sense of “do no harm”. Do no harm, does not mean “never offend”. I think the truth is mighty offensive to the people who have no interest in it. The truth is, any one who makes a chair in the likeness of a historically and racially oppressed body–no matter how much you may think you’re trying to uplevel conversations … Continue reading

Thursday, January 23rd, 2014

Dear Richard Sherman… You Are Good.

King Rich

      Dearest Richard;   You know, it took me more than a few days to figure out what I wanted to write about this week.  I’ll be honest, too.  I really, honestly could give two wooden nickels about American or International football. It’s not my sport. My sport is reading. And crafting crafts. And headstands of the yoga variety. And maybe growing stuff that doesn’t usually like Northeastern weather. I overstand that none of these things make billions of dollars for organized leagues and so they may not be considered “sport”. I also don’t care.   So. When I came across your story, Richard Sherman, Cornerback for the Seattle Seahawks and target for way too much social media ire; I was compelled to figure out what the fuss was about. I was compelled to care about football, its players and its fickle fans for more than passing amusement… and long enough to figure out why folk found their target in you.  Turns out, in all my reading and sifting through other folk brain farts for the last several … Continue reading

Monday, January 13th, 2014

Dude. The Series. Part 1: “Friend Zone” Fuckery


You choose at every moment whether to exhibit the idea of power or not. But heed the idea that while you may think that certain actions show power–the true demonstration of power is awareness, compassion and the lightest possible touch. That which has the greatest power, requires the lightest possible touch to get something done. A great deal of pushing comes from those who feel powerless–that feel they must manipulate and push things into the direction they wish them to go. Those who already know they are part of the infinite…those who already know there is no power greater than the one they are already a part of, need not exercise a demonstration, for they know in their allowance all things fall into place. That allowance is the greatest power that can be reflected to anyone else. ~Bashar   Who came up with the term “friend zone”? I really would like to know so that I can go to this male person’s house and karate chop him in the neck part of his throat. Seriously. I do not subscribe to … Continue reading

Wednesday, December 18th, 2013

My Top 5 Birthday Reflections 2013

don't keep calm

    I haven’t sat down to write one of these since 2009. I wasn’t going to attempt it this year either. When I sit down to reflect these days, I like to do it privately. I’ll typically have my journal in hand, my zafu and zabuton pretty close by–just in case– and some sage to smoke out the funky energy stuff. I did a good bit of that yesterday, so today I’m like meh. I’ve learned so so so so much this past year and I’ve been viewing today as a sort of reset. Like, today is day 1 of something magnanimous. I can also say with some amount of emphasis, I’m currently in the tail end of a total life purge. Like. Total. I can’t think of a single thing from my old life that is still breathing or hasn’t been looked through, sorted, and/or removed altogether. Not one single thing. AND considering that soooooo much has happened since my last birthday, it makes sense that I reflect a bit on what I’ve learned from where I’ve been, that’s … Continue reading

Monday, November 18th, 2013



I had a very interesting conversation the other night. I was talking to this guy I know. We were bickering, I guess, about the prospects of continuing our brief, albeit temperamental relational journey. After we continued to bicker about details in our equally strong points of view, I found myself saying out loud: “It’s cool. You don’t “get” me and that’s okay. There isn’t anything I can change about that. The only thing I can be is who I am. I really don’t think we’re a match… and that’s okay.” I thought that was a fair assessment under the circumstances. I wasn’t being nice or mean. I was stating facts. Keeping with the candid nature of our conversation, I was rightly expecting him to say, “Girrrrl, you ain’t never lied.” I was expecting we’d agree to say hi amicably should we cross paths and that maybe we could build the kind of friendship that didn’t require either of us to bend our points of view of things.   This is what I got instead, “Seriously though, I think your match … Continue reading

Friday, November 15th, 2013

You WILL Be Tested.


I’ve been pondering what this little ditty is designed to offer by way of insight for at least the last week. “You WILL Be Tested” has been ringing in my ears like one of those gongs that nobody knows how to make shut up. I’m not saying this is a good or bad thing. I’m just saying it won’t shut up. Normally, I’ll hear a post idea in my head and I’ll know pretty instinctively what I’m supposed to write about. The post can transform a lot from start to finish, but generally, I have a mental map of where I’m headed. Sometimes a title comes to mind and not much else at that time. In these cases I’ll entertain what the title may mean for me and/or look particularly closely at the things happening in my life to see if what I’m designed to write about has already happened or is on route. I tend not to stress about it either way. I know whatever it is that’s supposed to come out will find her way when she’s ready. … Continue reading

Thursday, November 14th, 2013

Struggle With the Knot


There’s a song by Nikka Costa that I love. It’s called Push & Pull. The lyrics go like this: Mr. Nothing’s got a lot. He’s got a lot to say. He’s good at being what he’s not. Gives nothing away. Another day goes on by. And he never speaks his heart. He takes his chance with what he’s got. It’s too late now to stop. You push and you pull and struggle with the knot. It’s tying you up while you’re fadin’… You give and you take and take what you got. Round and round’til it breaks and you push and you pull and struggle with the knot. It’s tying you up while you’re fadin’ into your lie.   The song reminds me so much of a woman I know and love dearly. She’s struggling with her own knot, which causes her to act out in what we’ll call “hurt people hurt people” behavior. She’s persistently angry at something she can’t see. There’s a lie she tells herself about her life that’s got her bound to it. You know this … Continue reading

Thursday, October 3rd, 2013

#MakeItYOSelf #RoseWater Update!

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  But Wait! There’s more!! I’ll admit I’ve been obsessed with rose water since I made my second batch last week. For whatever reason, I found the mason jars that I stored my rose flavored quasi hydrosols to be cumbersome and inconvenient for toner purposes. I wasted way too many cotton balls as to not double dip and plus mason jars are for deodorant, toothpaste and smoothies in my head. So I got to thinking. Maybe the thinking process happened because I’ve fallen on my head too many times to count via my inversion practice– but whatever the reason my brain was gurgling overtime last night, I came up with a really awesome idea on my own that I actually didn’t invent.  I thought, if rose water is so great and moisturizing for skin, maybe it’ll be the same for my hair. So without doing any research at the time, I put a mason jar full of rose water in the spray bottle I use to spritz plain water to style Aubrei’s hair in the morning.  Last night was hair … Continue reading