I close my eyes and look inward through the door way of the heart. I imagine I’m lying on a beach. I begin to relax by breathing deeply and letting go of all the tension in my body. I continue to breathe and feel the breath gently enter through my right nostril and as I exhale it leaves through the left. This lingers till there’s a peaceful calm in my mind that travels throughout my body. I see myself walk down a tree-lined path, soft wet grass under my feet. Gentle breezes whisk by and blow hair from my face and fill me with a tender healing property that flows throughout my body. Jasmine fills the air as I breathe in, still air surrounds me. I go deeper into the forest, the air becomes thicker. I’ve entered into the vast inner realm of my life. There’s a welcoming darkness that soothes my mind, like soft music lightly playing in my head. I look up; it’s the overhead canopy that has blocked the sun. I sit down under this large tree and feel the strong bark against my back. I become one with the tree. I sense a kinship with nature as if it is a long lost friend and we meet once again. I open to this experience and embrace the ambiance of this spirit. I see the boundaries of my inner life spread out and begin to grow roots. My roots intertwine with this massive oak. We coil together, this tree and me, two intertwined into one, like a rope, banded together we’re stronger. We extend our roots into the soil of the earth joining with others below the surface of the earth, until one cannot distinguish one from the other. Some centuries old, some a few days old. The grasses too have small roots that intertwine, all as one root system supporting life above the earth. We’re one massive root. Now I begin to grow and push up through the ground as this massive tree trunk. My bark is strong, protecting me from disease and invaders that comes too close or cling to me. My branches extend out into the world, green fronds grow and glimmer in the sun making their own food by taking in energy from the sun and rain, fully self-sufficient and integrated with life. I grow and produce food. My leaves shelter the earth. Soon my leaves droop from heavy rain that has fallen from the sky washing the earth. I’ve just returned life giving nutrients to the source. The spirit of the tree has always been a part of me. Its’ branches grow strong and healthy, free from disease and illnesses of the mind, body and emotions. Such is the vast inner life, as majestic as the tree of Humanity.
Interfaced with Technology
I am at home on my computer.
Whether it be a smart phone or an iPad.
It is an extension of me.
My thoughts, my action and my words are stored somewhere in
As if someone is watching me and sending all that
I think and write.
Some look at Facebook as snooping.
I look past the most obvious
Into my own Law of Attraction.
Everything I speak into existence
Show up in my world.
There is no boogie man creeping up behind me.
I make causes with my thoughts, actions and words.
Like a boomerang it comes back to me.
As I take it into my awareness
It becomes my experience.
No one can tell me how to relate.
If it causes me trepidation
I can just let it pass by.
Like watching a wave
Rise to a crescendo
Then fall back into the ocean floor.
We are moving beyond the obvious.
Seeing clearer and deeper into the ocean.
All the marvelous and wonderful creatures
Live deep in the Sea.
The Psychological Mind
Tries to control life
And how everything should be.
Riding on the wind
Without an anchor
Living life recklessly.
Caught up in the
You tell your self
Deriving life from
Who is this Mind’s servant
Doing and believing
Everything it tells you,
Who is the mind talking to?
The Psychological Mind can intimidate and be a tyrant to the person
But has no influence on
The True Self.
You must transcend
The personal aspect of mind
If you want to be happy and free
Give little importance to
The Psychological Mind
You may ask,
Who will I be?
Spend the day reconnecting. First with nature then yourself.
Saturday May 13, 2018
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My awareness of womanism is entrenched with my want to create a new language from my experience as a woman through Poetry and as a Word-Press Vlog/Blogger. Through these mediums, I authenticate my life and reconstruct the story of women in society.
Womanism is an idea about how I create a new language from my experience in a society that does not value my life. It is a way to value and validate my own experiences through writing and telling stories.
In addition, my stories reflect my aspiration and ideas not only about my life but my community and ultimately the world.
As a woman, I want my voice to be heard in the society in which I live, in the way children are educated and the way women are respected in that society.
Writing and Vlogging is a way to express the ideas of the time. It is a medium that is timeless and has the potential to inspire not only the immediate generation but many generations to come.
With the advent of the internet, Vlog has become possible to reach across the world to a massive audience. There are immediate effects and a lasting effect that it has on women.
The long-term goal is for women to begin to see themselves as powerful, and appreciate feminine values such as cooperation and harmony and bring these values to relationships and the marketplace and ultimately the world.
This creates Woman’s Culture which is important in creating and sustaining the consciousness that leads to lessening the gender gap.
In this light, Womanist Culture is linked to political outcomes and political activism.
A series of three seminars with a multi-discipline approach,
Using Visual Arts, Poetry & Drumming
The participant will discover her source of feminine power and how to show up in an authentic manner utilize a 7_Step Inner Transformation.
Tucked safely away behind the walls that shield my body from the cold,
Cuddled up in my favorite chair.
I gaze outside my window.
To see a player on the stage.
Playing a role.
Lost in the script.
Like a bad actor who has forgotten his lines.
So he improvises.
Pulling from the forgotten past.
That he can’t seem to remedy himself from.
A glorious past he remembers.
Not too glamorous for some.
The days of old sting like a whip.
Leaving red lashes across my back.
Arms aching from being stretched beyond capacity.
A glorious reign of power he dreams.
Of might and violence.
Far removed from reality.
This white horse gallops across the stage
Trampling its hooves onto the backs of men and women,
Children alike who have forgotten how to stand erect.
Too long heads bowed,
Shoulders bent from carrying the weight of this white horse.
I beckon you to retreat.
Into the safety of a world.
That which I have written into existence.
That looms over the frigid air of the day.
We give birth.
Around nine months life comes through us as we willingly become a surrogate mother,
We mothers nourish our child with our breast milk and attend to her every waking need.
Shape the hearts and minds of children.
It was in my first two years of schooling that I acquired the decoding skills that became the building block to a life-time of learning.
Educators shape the future through educing the very essence of children,
providing the environment for the unfolding of a child’s heart in the safe confines of the classroom.
Soon seeds planted mature into mighty oak trees.
Where else does the feminine spirit exude itself?
In the family
as the moral structure
Providing glimpses of fairness and love,
setting the gauge for compassionate interactions in the family.
The Feminine Spirit is a power
Yet, untapped onto itself
It is like the Sun
Illuminating the darkness,
Nourishment to the
Inner Life of the child,
Guiding The Future