Stay Woke or Awaken? I don’t know. Lately, overhearing the shallow conversations of my peers is beginning to make me cringe. I often wonder, Am I getting old? But, I’m only 35 and most of my peers are about the same age as me. When it comes to living a conscious life, a life in … Continue reading Stay Woke or Awaken?
Time for a good ol' ramble... I've been listening to the people around me and their discussions regarding family, faith, work, and politics. One thing that always comes into the conversation is God. People justify how government systems should be run, spouses should interact, jobs should be delegated; all off of their one view of … Continue reading Your God’s Bipolar
I had a moment of thought today. It was about some of my peers and their limited thinking, at times. I was reminded by a, simple, tickling of the nose when I was in the car spraying eucalyptus oil. I thought to myself, "How could anyone not enjoy the aromatic stimulation of natural oils?" I … Continue reading Expanding Elastic or a Fear of Diversity?
How I see it...
I feel like we, as physical beings, should be compassionate towards Michael Jackson and R Kelly and Bill Cosby... and I am. I reeeeeeeeally am. (Michael Jackson has always been my number one favorite!) I don’t wanna be conditional and say "I'd support them if they showed guilt or remorse or confessed" because that’s not our role. We're supposed to see the bright light in people. We're supposed to understand that everyone goes through their own period when they're disconnected from source. So, I don't engage in conversations where they're belittled or called disrespectful names... I don't gossip with others agreeing that folks should go to jail or even talk about what type of punishment they should receive...But, then it just doesn't feel right to support the process of worshiping them and supporting their music because of the person they "were" when it was made.
Back Then 189 Lbs. I stared at the white, digital scale that normally hid in the corner of my bathroom closet. "Maybe this thing was off." I moved the scale to an even surface. Laid it flat on the floor and tried again. 188.8 Lbs. "Hmmmph." It appeared my scale had a sense of humor. … Continue reading The Sexy Struggle (Shedding pounds of life)