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Following the Wrong Illuminated Rabbit

Many of us find ourselves in the most perplexing of situations—racing the person or persons next to us toward success. Others, like myself, have found themselves running full speed into a corner racing the infallible time—self. Both destinations lead nowhere near our true destinies, but very far down a rabbit hole never meant for us to journey. See, I could never beat you in a race to success, because your final destination will never look anything like mine, and vice versa. And no matter how many times I set and reset my clock for daylight saving time, the Sun will never rise or set any sooner or later than the Great Hand wills it to do so. At the end of this grand ‘ole race to judgment day, I am only concerned with which version of myself makes it across the finishline—I who feared running with the bull inside of me or I who took her by the horns and leaped far over those black and white checkered squares into the great beyond. #checkmate

—♥E, 80lbs lighter

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Tañyi [Fall 2015] Max: 248lbs – Transitioning Spirit
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Re-Drowning Myself

Mirrors are fluid and dark. Beneath the liquid reflecting glass is a dark basin. Far below this surface is where I found all that is truly I: you will find all that is truly you—waiting. At the lowest depth of the sea—the place where no sunlight strives to reach there is earth …and there is also life. In this darkness there is no light; and yet, life is created daily, and it thrives for years and years and years with no ceasing—some life far beyond antiquity.

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Running Bases From the Light

Have you ever stood in the mirror and tried to convince yourself you are no longer who you were—and that you are who you are now? If no…well, I encourage you to try it at least one time. If yes…then you know how difficult it is to abandon all of the pre-established misconceptions, beliefs, and fears that you have so inconveniently harbored—especially when you’re standing face to face with the first person you owe unconditional accountability…running from home only to return home.

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Love letters and swear words

Proverbs 12:4

A wife of noble character is her husband’s crown, but a disgraceful wife is like decay in his bones.


I can be bratty, selfish, and petty when I want to be…spoiled…rotten no, but spoiled nonetheless—first by my Maa and Didd’a and now by my King. Yet, neither is ever how I desire my light to beam. I much rather be polite, generous, and greater than crude human nature. I cannot change being spoiled, but I can be deserving of that which and who has spoiled me. This is why the process of living and growing is so beautiful to me. The longer I live, the more I cherish all that I was, am and will be. Continue reading “Love letters and swear words”

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The Art of Slowing Down in the Fast Lane—without breaks…

There have been many days we’ve been in the house together all day, immersed in our colliding worlds and it barely feels if we see each other. Then there are days He kisses me for what seems like every half hour or so, and yet still, I feel as though it’d never be enough. We don’t always agree on Netflix picks, and we rarely agree on the degree of cayenne pepper I should put in the tomato soup, but we can concur that it takes hard work, some sleepless and some restless nights, and countless seconds spent staring through our reality at the concrete we once laid today.

—♥E²

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Her Lawless Kingdom | #ClearingDrafts

These walls tremble with silence.
They know nothing of this fear.
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…that fear you get deep in your gut, in the forsaken cavities of the dark part of your heart…that shaky feeling, that familiar voice which whispers “It’s you,       it’s you ripping these walls apart—you pulling down the shingles from the rooftop of our beloved home.”
The first lesson to learn about love is that there is no such thing as a final lesson to learn about love, there are only more lessons to be learned about love.

 

…and that I will love You throughout all those lessons!

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To Hell with Love - Loveology w/ Egypt English

To Hell and back, with Love

For a moment,

I thought it best to shatter that green glass slipper—instead, I tucked it away, beneath my lonely bed. And at night, I’d dream of the lifetimes we spent dancing

beneath the burning hearts of our ancients,

but I could no longer feel the heat your breath upon the back of my neck as I slumbered. I’d long since forgotten the depth of your eyes, the blessings of your scent invading my nostrils.

Yet, I clung sure to the sweep of your lashes

down my bust

as we lay in that field of dancing Lion’s Tooth.

And then just as sure as the spiral of the Milky Way

You sought me, and from beneath my dimmed prism you pulled the other half of my heart

still beating, and for its price, you gave me back the half you’d carried since the time I close my eyes ahead of you.

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Not Every Man Finds Religion, but All Possess Ancestors

Be gentle with yourself. No need to lay self-blame
—Deer

Whenever in doubt—call on your ancestors: they will respond. This is the highest love I know. I have been struggling with my soul searching, my choices made, and in many ways the path I should tread next. Thus, upon my normal late rising I paused to read a quick scripture on “the expression of love” from Frank’s good book, got dressed for work, and headed out the door only to have to step back in the threshold to bless our home, give thanks to and bid love from our ancestors. Heart no less exhausted— I hopped in the car and proceeded toward work. Continue reading “Not Every Man Finds Religion, but All Possess Ancestors”