Category: Visual Message

my Rich homie

My rich homie lets me borrow his Beamer sometimes.

“Put it in Sport mode,” he says.

I never have.

I glide down highways slowly.

He works a lot,

and we all wish we saw him more—

I wish he saw himself more.

I’ve known him a long time.

Pretty much,

he’s always been rich—

though he doesn’t see it that way.

If he fucks with you,

he’ll tell you the hard truth

about anything you ask.

With me,

sometimes it’s unsolicited.

Our other homie once repeated

something he said

about me

and my job at the time:

“They don’t value her—

and she needs to value herself more.”

That was the gist.

I was pissed.

So pissed.

Then I sat with it.

Picked apart all the reasons

I was upset.

And it was true.

The time had come

for me to reassess

my value.

My rich homie’s truth

can triple salaries.

I’ve seen it.

Makes me believe

even more

that wealth

is internal.

There’s nuance, though.

Always.

Is wealth something

given by God?

Is it our birthright?

Where does it start?

Can you build it?

Or are you

just making visible

what already existed

for you?

What is wealth?

Is it time?

Is it money?

Is it people?

Is it time

to spend the money

with the people?

What is wealth?

What is rich?

Is it a feeling?

Is it worth it?

I’m most certainly

still figuring wealth

and riches out—

and I think

I always will be.

What I do know

is gratitude

makes me feel wealthy.

Thank you, my God.

Thank you.

My rich homie

lets me borrow his Beamer sometimes.

“Put it in Sport mode,” he says.

And maybe,

I will

next time.

Well hello February

Silences pervades as love persists

Embracing change is imperative

Change exists within daily patterns –

The ability to discern the nuances of the mundane

Perceiving the pattern and evolving it – even slightly

Feeding the love we have been blessed with

The chance to breathe in another season

Gratitude grows in the pervading silence

Change is evolution

Change is growth

Life -life is change

Speed and pace don’t mean too much as rhythm reigns supreme

Silences pervades as love persists…

Photos all my own.

Here’s to LOVE

Happy New Year – or as my Earth angel says Happy Now Here.

May God hear, bless, and amplify your intentions to the highest good.

I have been in a season of silence. A lot of listening and engaging with folks who love me as is, people who see me. Thank you and I see you all too. Connecting with people who speak to me in ways that amplify my journey and brighten my light has been transformative. It is healing and I am deeply grateful.

Cultivating an understating of what love is makes it easier to identify where it isn’t- who it isn’t and what it isn’t. Love does not always come from the places you think it will or from who you expect it. I have had to sit with that- the dark and light of knowing that you must go where the love is. Love of self and self reflection make the awareness of the hard truths of love and life easier to process. I know where to go to get the real good shit- that gooood love and I know where not to go as well. Balance. It is what it is.

I start with God’s love and self love.

So here’s to a year of more love – that good good – that we communicate well, show up show out love – that responsive let’s go get a coffee love, that we booked our tickets love, that belly laugh for ten minutes love, that gentle correction love, that knowledge sharing love, that whatchu reading love, that let’s go for a walk love, that 5 hour conversation love, that I love yo style love, that yassss love, that long hug love, that it’s okay to cry for a moment love, that sitting in beautiful silence love, that ancestor love, that we don’t raise our voices love, that we call each other babe not bitch love, that God love, that say it to your face love, that respectful love, that anti-materialism love, that disagree, talk it out, and elevate love, that pull up on Saturdays via Zoom love, that praying for you love, that thankful love, that healing deep love.

Here’s to love – infinitely and long past 2023.

Happy Now Here.

Divine Mama

She wakes me up to draw her

So she can pray

For me

For we

Divine mothers appear at every turn

Teaching me

Leading me

Learned God is a black woman

Praying more fervently now

It all makes sense

And then it doesn’t again

Two headed not two faced

Hearing the words they don’t say

Seeing the pain and the peace they don’t display

Don’t try to hide it I’ll see it anyway

She wakes me up to draw her

So she can pray

for me

for we

Divine mothers appear at every turn

Soul Shares:

https://dcs.megaphone.fm/CAD7333497420.mp3?key=e5dfdae458a46d25d1abebf7dde12c5b

https://music.apple.com/us/album/get-free/1453748262?i=1453748439

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AP73UWf0FE4

Art: Charcoal on paper – Tiffany Nicole

prayer, thought, movement

The transformative power of prayer, positive thought, and movement

the air around me is electric and the breathe within me is a blessing

I dance slightly off beat on every Saturday that I can with beautiful humans from all over the world

Heartache won’t hold me anywhere even when it seeks me out

I shake it off as Dr. Wray leads us through a moving meditation

Our chests are open and turned up to the sky

Learning to move in time with the present moment

Touching the inner most parts of my soul and reaching out to the outer edges of my energy field

Grateful to be here with a heart beat and moving feet that are finding their rhythm again

And that is BIG

do you understand?

The transformative power of prayer, positive thought and movement…

Author’s note: Go through it -don’t stand in it. You are loved.

Sketch by: Tiffany Moody

Soul shares:

https://www.embodiology.com/index.html

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLmBuz40BD8

Song I wrote this to:

https://music.apple.com/us/album/love-you-different-feat-beam/1561058084?i=1561058760

Rooting for revival

Sketch by Me

She sat silently resting in the forest of her heart.

We can remain stuck in fear & holding on to the past, or we can use our past experiences to move confidently into the future. – Tanaaz

These words echoed throughout the canyons of her mind as strong winds of change began to blow in and around her.

Two cardinals flew by with a message.

When the roots are deep, there is no need to fear the wind. – Unknown

She stood faithfully and fearlessly in the forest of her own heart as her body began moving forward in time with the divine.

And so it is.

Sonic symphony for forward motion: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/is-she-flying/pl.u-zPyLLJPFxA8RER

Turtle power

My feet dangle off the side of the slightly wet footbridge. Large lush leaves in every hue of green gently sway in the lightly blowing winds. My ears enjoy the symphony of bird songs. Here I am taking a moment to stop along the path per usual. My turtle friend swims by reminding me to slow down, take my time, and be here now.

Slow down mind.
Slow down time.