Heart/Home

Home is where the heart is

Stop

Take 3 deep breaths and put your hand on your chest

Home is where the heart is and your heart is in your body

The temple of your body is your home

How are you taking care of your home?

Have you prayed in the temple for your temple?

Home Home

Home is where your heart beats

Where your nerves and brain meet

Heart Heart

Heart is where your home is

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Diamond like Love

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Their love was made of diamonds so she could wait for him and he could wait for her…
I think that I have made love much harder than it needs to be. Listening to voices that weren’t my own. Not understanding what love really is. Even being too hard on myself and him too.
Its been a rough couple of months. Showtime show worthy. The memory that often brings me back to center is of him holding me and me feeling safe enough to sleep.
Maybe that’s love. Love holds on to you securely even when you have lost your mind and patiently waits for you to find your way back.
I have a love like that. I do. But I’ve got to make sure that I can evenly exchange. I must love myself in a strong secure unwavering way. I believe I do.
He tells me he’s not going anywhere. It seems that neither am I.
Their love was made of diamonds so she could wait for him and he could wait for her…
August I am waiting.

Ain’t no princesses here

Once upon a timeless time three queens came together.  They had random adventures, deep conversations, and occasionally twerked to popular music in the privacy of their own homes.

They wiped each others tears, gave long hugs, and laughed until they couldn’t breathe.

You see when queens come together and remember to AUTHENTICALLY  love on one another the whole kingdom vibrates higher.

*Ain’t no gossip.

Ain’t no fakery.

Ain’t no lies.

Ain’t no cat fights.

Ain’t no subtweets.

Ain’t no bullshit.

Once upon a timeless time three queens came together because the truth is queens NEED each other.

 

 

 

 

No periods – Stream of thought

Romance isn’t dead

Maybe our belief in it is

Can we resurrect our belief in romance?

What is love and what is lust?

Thinking back on my lessons i.e. my exes

That was love and that was lust -I categorize

My awakening from my own Disney dreams of idealistic romance push me to find balance as possible loves approach

On dates with suitors who think that flashy monologues about who they are will win my heart and panties (or in some cases just the panties)

I realize that I must be frank about my feelings and thoughts (or lack of feelings and thoughts) in respects to these suitors who are only enraptured by their own reflection in my eyes so that they too can wake up

They don’t care to actually know me and don’t even seem to realize that what they are falling for is an illusion they have created

I am not mad about this or even sad because I have done this too

I find myself grateful that I am even aware that their like/love/lust for me isn’t really about me

Romance isn’t dead maybe my belief in it was

I am not a Disney princess – I am a new age Queen happily building a kingdom solo aware that a King is coming

Aware that I will just know when he arrives

Aware that I will know because of all that I’ve seen all that I’ve learned and all that I believe

Romance isn’t dead and I will never stop believing