Baby Shark and Titi Shark played in the park ’til almost dark.
I watched her in the mirror as she combed my hair with care.
She found this style on Pinterest, her drug of choice, and thought it would look good on us.
All the visions.
All the focus.
All the love.
She is what I have been looking for.
How had I not seen this before?
Our eyes met and she smiled and said, “ I am not going anywhere.” as she brushed down our baby hair.
”Good.”I replied thankfully.
I watched her in the mirror as she combed my hair with care.
Writer’s Note: Alexa play Tear da Club up. Just kidding- Alexa play Strength, Courage, and Wisdom on repeat please.
I change my genes like I change my jeans.
Dear J. Cole,
Thank you bra. Thank you for all of them but especially this one.
An oldest child with similar roots
*Laughs 1 time for Germany and 10 times for Fayetteville, NC
Music reaches. Music teaches.
Mother Moon descended from the clouds in shimmering splendor
Her eyes twinkled and the faint smell of roses flowed from her hair
The stars are yours my darlings she said as she gently wrapped us in her blessings
The stars are ours
The time is now
Let us align
Writer’s Note: Send some loving thoughts and energy my way if you could. Thank you.
[An excerpt from a cosmic conversation]
I’ve been very ”in my feelings” in a beautiful way. I think Venus Retrograde has something to do with it. I feel like I’m floating through my own inner worlds. Reversing through my own love stories,platonic, romantic, and familial, pulling apart the experiences, keeping what I need and want. Throwing a lot away. A lot.
I’ve been creating for myself even more it helps with the feelings. I have a new appreciation for my collective experience.
This experience feels like a romance of self.
I’ve been getting up very early- morning silence is golden.
I’m learning to slow down and savor moments that I enjoy.
I was super in love with these 2 song many many moons ago. Apparently, I’m retrograding through music too.
Writer’s note: We make time for what we want to make time for. We do our best. Patience
Abundance drips from our everything though we perceive lack
That shit is wack
We are rich in ways we don’t value enough
Yea, this existence is rough
But please believe with me that we have more than enough
Come through gratitude
Come through riches
Sometimes our love is just as crooked as my bottom teeth- we aren’t perfect. But what we have it is real – for better or worse.
Luv and Lust almost cost me my true Love
Levitate I did to higher plains of awareness
New Moon, new intention, new direction
Never again bound by shadows
Illuminated by the true love of my Sun
Luv, Lust, and the Lessons I’ve learned made my true Love stronger
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful teacher. Her classroom was filled with art and big floor to ceiling windows that allowed for the sun’s golden rays to pour in. Other teachers thought of her as a bit unorthodoxies. But that was OK. She knew what she was here to do and the thoughts of others would not distract her.
She had requested her children be allowed to have a longer nap time. She wanted each of her students to be able to wake up in their own way. Waking up was a beautifully unique experience and she felt it in her heart, right in the God space, that this was the lesson that they must learn for their lives. She wanted them to learn to respect and value their dreams and the dreams of others and appreciate the present from an awareness of the connection between their dreams and their realities. You see, their dreams would create their realities. She placed flowers and luscious plants around the classroom, and played soft affirmations throughout the day, she talked about feelings and colors, and what they meant. She taught them to list the things they were grateful for and to appreciate Mother Earth as they connected their toes to the soil. She helped them to understand the complexities of negatives, positives, and balance. All of these things were to fertilize the soil of their subconscious and to enrich the roots of the trees that she hoped would bear healthy fruit in their conscious minds.
She had one little one that never seemed to need to sleep so she didn’t force her. She provided that little old soul with loner tendencies new tasks to complete during nap-time. Sometimes the little girl helped to get the snacks ready or she read books. Sometimes the teacher asked her to draw pictures of what her life looked like in vast detail and sometimes she simply sat in silence swirling in the present. She wanted the little girl to understand that though her classmates were not awake she was not alone and that she could still begin to actualize her dreams in that silence. She could learn, grow, and create in that silence. That was a blessing.
Each day the children would begin to stir around the 33rd minute of the hour.
Two or three would wake up early stretching it out and moving back to their seats, chitter-chattering along the way connecting simply because they had woken up first. On occasion, she had to check their little attitudes because they seemed to think that it was a race, that because they were first to wake up that somehow they were more special. They had not realized that her little helper, her little old soul had been awake the whole time creating in the quiet. She thought it curious that her early risers tried to guide the old soul as if they knew it all. This made her laugh. One afternoon she held the old soul’s hand and looked deep into her wide eyes and reminded her to listen to her own voice. It had gotten strong in the silence. She could trust that voice. She could use that same voice to tell those little egos to mind their own destiny. After a while, the early risers stopped with this conscious competition. They learned that it caused them to miss out on knowledge and blocked their blessings and actually slowed them down. They took on a new role.
The early risers learned to love on and help the sleeping dreamers who woke up crying. Sometimes waking up is scary and you need some soothing. She had some little ones that would wake up ready to run outside and play. Let’s go! they would shout. There were others that would wake up and just lay there processing. They would rise and take their places. She had some that would wake up and fall back asleep and wake up and fall back asleep. She knew that she would have to assist them in breaking this pattern. The time for dreaming is over. Be fearless and get up. There are beautiful things waiting, but they can’t wait forever she said firmly but loving as she gently shook their shoulders. It was time to start tuning in. It was time to start living in the present moment.
Nap time was special. The sleeping dreamers would become the reality creators. The teacher thanked God every day that she could be there in sunshine filled rooms filled with art to teach the children to dream to believe to actualize. Because one day the sleeping dreamers would elevate the whole world.
God bless the sleeping dreamers and the reality creators.