Mar 2, 2012

Fully Alive


I will not die an 
unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

fully alive - dawna markova 

Feb 24, 2012

Exhale


Freshness at the top of my brown temple.
OUF!
It did take me two years to finally decide to cut off my dreadlocks. 
I was scared. 
I know I am beautiful 
and I wasn't scared of not liking my face without the hair that covers the frame. 
I was scared of missing my hair. 
Missing the volume and the texture and the work... oh no. 
No more.
I feel free, lighter and really sexy. 

Feb 15, 2012

Frobruary


J'aime beaucoup mes cheveux naturels. 
Ils sont crépus, certes 

mais cette sensation de sentir ce qui qualifie d'où je vient, 
ce qui est essentiellement moi, 
est hors pair. 
Je les aime parce que chaque frisette 
est différente dans ce tas de folie 
et de racine
je n'y voit que de la beauté.

Kenleybel
pour 
Combien de temps avant que je ne retrouve mon afro?

Jan 11, 2012

Truth


Truth, as I know it, is crude. Truth is unique and simple. The truth is always present.
Truth is immutable. It does not need to be defended it should not be condemned.
It does not have faults. It does not bring doubts.
It is available to us if we trust that it belongs.
Truth as I understand it, is the force that moves us.
Learn to know the truth about yourselves and trust that it will set you free.
It is the force of the spirit of those who lack everything else.
It is the only fact that we should remember.
Truth is, we were created perfect.
Trust yourself, as an act of faith.

When you believe in the power of faith you remain solidly in confidence.

Finding about love

Description of love

 Augustine of Hippo almost 1500 years ago:

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.