of ourselves, our environments, our perspectives and our biases, first and before we are victims of others and anything external.Yet, we keep the focus on others because it is easier. This is my perpetual epiphany. Easy to teach through example, because I’m obsessively introspective about anything about myself that negatively affects my agency. Hard for…

Blessing people’s lives with the things money can’t buy. Find and become comfortable with yourself in trials. Be alone. Be still. Thank you.

Did something different this morning and it was worth it. Met 3 OGs and told them I was listening to their conversations. As I left, I said to them they are the best gossipers I think I’ve ever heard. They had a story for almost every person that walked through the door. They’ve been meeting…

Page 8 (wink, wink). Costa Rica felt like home. So many times I didn’t remember I was in another country. Of course there was a bit of struggle with the language. That’s what happens when the Matriarch dies and no one picks up the responsibility of teaching the language to the next generation. But, my…

That is the post. How many times have you been here, at this very moment. How many lifetimes? That’s why it feels so familiar. Want it stop? Try doing what you really want and stop looking anywhere but within. Because I am tired of being the epiphany for others. Time for folks to do it…

I have a very large space in my heart, now cleared and cleaned, once occupied by these kinds of people. I’ve met and cared deeply for many of them, from all walks of life. It’s either the monotony of them, the sheer plethora and commonality of them or the consistent distaste they leave in my…

Depression is the need to get deep rest from the false self, lacking integrity, based on the expectations of others prioritized above one’s true desires. Shifting to this perspective immediately gives one direction towards improvement, which begins and ends with the only thing we control, our self. So many times I’ve almost lost my self…

I was. Then life happened. I learned, bit by bit. Sometimes gently, actually never gently. I didn’t learn anything gently because of those damn rose-colored glasses. Now I do. Took those shits off, threw them on the ground and pressed on them slowly, yet assuredly, with my heel. Enjoying the sound of every crack, every…