Last night, I brought my soul out of its hiding place… 

I’m a lover.

That’s my calling.

Whomever and whatever I love will know it.

That’s my mark.

Whomever but me.

Until a little while ago.

I had to make more room in my heart so I decided to do some breathing exercises.

Literally opened my heart up.

We need more love in the world. Love expands when it’s nurtured. Love expands when it’s not. The beauty is that Love expands whoever nurtures it and preserves the hearts of whoever doesn’t.

Love loves Love.

We should take notes.

I have.

I still am.

You expand and elevate the ones who nurture you when you are a Lover.

When you harvest love from within, it is infinite and self-sufficient. Your soul is free to roam with Love there to guide its steps. It is free because Love is the strongest force there is.

I’ve only learned this through trial and error and that it’s imperative to celebrate along the way.  Somewhere during that celebration, my soul has surfaced.

You look like you have good news to tell me!

You’re glowing!

What’s going on with you?! 

Life is to be celebrated. Before you’re a person, you’re a human. And before that, you have a soul. The rest is temporal and conditional.
Before there’s a world, there’s the planet we live upon, Earth. And before that, there’s the universe. But before all that, there’s your perception of those things. Before that there’s a creator of that perception.

What’s that flicker of light that sits at the core of your being? The one that when it leaves your body, unfolds into seas of light and energy? The one that stares back at you in the mirror, governor of that unique stare you recognize that catches you off-guard everytime?

Selfies won’t ever be able to capture this gem because the soul is live and doesn’t conform to time or space.

Your soul speaks through your gut.

Yeah-the one that we’re told should be small, hidden, contained.

That gut that’s too pronounced, out of place in a world of girdles, shape-fitters and liposuction. Tools of manufacturing the suppression of the intuition, the soul.

Damn, what’s up with my soul?

You’re giving her the silent treatment so you can feel better, that’s what’s up.

We were all created out of Love, the original heroine.

Love, the most powerful force in the world, knows how to love Love. There’s no denying the power Love has in the world. There’s no denying the power you have in Love if you listen to her. Love is as powerful as she is because she loves herself.

Your soul knows this and is screaming at you to listen. There is no shine without first hearing the rain pour upon the Earth.

Listening is imperative and Love is a master teacher with an undeniable track record. Can’t really lose, here.

Even more genius, the lessons are tailored to each student.

Set your soul free, dammit.

I’m bringing my soul out of its hiding place. And letting Love guide me.


When ‘No’ is Absolutely Necessary 

I’m tired. 

Damn, it took a lot just to say that.

But I really am tired. 

I’m tired of dimming my shine for those who unapologetically steal light from others. 

I’m tired of respectability politics. 

I’m tired of honoring codes I never subscribed to. 

It’s tired. 

Tired as hell that in order to build, we need validation and continuous deliberation over simple GP.

You wouldn’t like it, so don’t do it. 

I’m tired of tired-ass talking heads. 

Tired-ass mouth pieces. 

Tired-ass agendas. 

Tired-ass ageism

Tired-ass sexism 

Tired-ass nepotism 

Tired-ass hypocrisy 

Tired-ass passive aggression 

Tired-ass projection 

Tired-ass oppression 

Tired-ass micro aggressions

Tired-ass ulterior motives, that ain’t so ulterior.

Tired-ass hump day 

Tired-ass Monday

That exhausted-ass Papal visit. 

I’m just tired. 

And I’m fixing to say no and hell NO

I originally left the post at ‘hell NO‘, but I figured it’d beore helpful to pose some questions after ward, you know, for the sake of resolve and substance. 


When you feel your patience has run its course, what are some ways you tackle exhausting your will to endure stressors? 

I spend a lot of time alone. It’s my therapy. Time is a luxury that I don’t share much of if it proves draining to do so with someone.

I believe in real-life vampires, truth is stranger and more colored than fiction. 

Garlic and wood on deck...

How many times have you been moved to say no and didn’t assert yourself? 

Were you thinking of your feelings or how your actions might affect/benefit/disappoint others? 

How many times has that been fulfilling? I’ll wait. 

I seek solitude almost unconsciously because I’ve programmed myself to check my gut whenever it makes a strike. And it does, often. 

We live under a climate where holding your gut is strongly suggested, especially in fashion and posture. 

How do I look?


How do you feel?

It’s okay to be tired. Especially of the bullshit.

It’s okay to let it all hang out, instead of letting it all hang on you. 

Yes, I love meditation. 

Yes, I love going for long walks. 

But there is nothing quite like a shout!

Wake your voice up!

If you feel like cussin’, then shit, get carried away.

Nobody asks your permission when they demand your time and attention. 

Just know, if you feel like shouting, chances are someone else does too, and you may not have to look too far to find her. 

A slow-knowing nod and smile gives life every time. Try it today when you’re out and about.  

What’ll I leave? What’ll I take?

This Friday morning I’m sitting in reflection, contemplating the meaning of all I’ve encountered this week, directly and indirectly, and I’ve come to the conclusion that this is the time of situating and settling, not resigning, but shifting and balancing. 

Taking all you’ve encountered and deciding what stays and what goes into the next season; Fall. What’ll you keep grounded and what’ll you harvest that you’ve planted in your life’s soil? 

Chaos erupts at the beginning and end of Summer. It’s a fiery season full of adventure and experience. You’ve drudged through Winter daydreaming about warm sand, blazing hot Suns, trips to new places and meeting happy, friendly travelers like yourself. 

Spring is a warm-up, full of promise, hope, reward and new life. Spring, the beginning of the beginning. How could you not love Spring? It’s the saint of all the seasons. It starts and ends without much circumstance and doesn’t command much of your senses unless you’re one of the unfortunate souls who suffers from seasonal allergies. Spring is a mild season, here and gone before you know it.

Summer’s grand entrance, usually consisting of a dramatic thunderstorm and a tornado warning or two, is one not to be missed. 

You’ll know Summer’s arrived whether you’re in town or not. There’s usually a severe weather advisory around mid-to-late June and after the scare, flights and travel pick up with the burning wind of the hottest time of the year. 


So what about Summer’s dramatic closing? Hurricanes, last-minute, once-in-a-lifetime trips, departing from the comfort zone of adventure and leisure, reeling it all in for Fall. 

Fall, the What have you come away with? season. All things slow down in Fall. Your mind will determine what kind of Fall it will be. Are your crops maturing or are you harboring spoiled fruit? 

Then there’s composting. That garbage you’ve accumulated through travel and adventure can be put to use as well. You’ve got to balance the soil of your life! 

I am looking forward to crisp, laid back Fall. It’s been a busy, charged Summer and I’m ready for things to slow down a bit. 

Think of what the Summer has been for you, good or “bad”. What would you take from it and what would you leave behind?