The Art of Reappearing— Journal 4 -LoveTrips Egypt English Life Coach - LoveTrips Egypt English Life Coach

JOURNAL #3

The Art of Reappearing

Many people will vanish—some into thin air leaving not a trace, others disappear leaving trails of smoke or dust…only few will reappear

How to Vanish

Just vanish. Leave no forewarning. Pack no suitcase. #Pokerface

Timing is Everything

Much time was wasted, but not wasted dreaming, thinking, planning, trying…minimal execution, but I did do a lot. Nothing ever really feels as though it is indeed enough—but if nothing is ever wasted, every breath is plenty. Clock hands do not race—they remain steady one second at a time. When clocks stop ticking we say they are broken—I am a clock, but first I was time. I function well. I stop not. As time, I always work. #joules Continue reading “JOURNAL #3”

#TEASPIRATION THURSDAY IS BACK! PLUS NEW #MAGI MONDAY

Fear less—Quote of the Day on Character - Tea -Teaspiration Thursday & #Magi Monday

The New Tea

It has been so long since I have served up a good brew of tea here in our space. To be honest, I have not been much for brewing leaves lately or pulling tea bag tags from my jars of love. Nevertheless, every day I encounter fresh new spiritual brews. That said, I really have no excuse for failing to invite you, my loves, back for a fresh cup each week. So, to say less, #TeaspirationThursday is back! Continue reading “#TEASPIRATION THURSDAY IS BACK! PLUS NEW #MAGI MONDAY”

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GOODWILL THRIFT INTERVENTION

If you know me-know me, you know I am a recovering Goodwill, thrift store addict. To be fair, and not alone in this intervention—Frank is too. Most of my fancy coats, half of our book and almost all of our VHS collection was purchased at our local Goodwill stores. Nowadays people are rushing into clothing stores for the latest trends and designer fashions. I, on the other hand, am waiting in a monstrous line at a Goodwill Chesapeake store. I am beaming from ear to ear with cart full unique pieces at the monthly 50% off sale. Every now and then I may even grab a designer this or that. Frank is content too because he has probably found some gems in the books section. Not to mention, I barely spent 25 federal reserve notes. His pockets, our pockets can breathe.

January 2019 marked the first month in over a year that Frank and I did not splurge at the Goodwill. To be exact—we did not visit any thrift stores. If you do not cross the threshold temptation will not seize you by the purse strings. With our little one on the way, we made a commitment to budgeting better and saving more. We did really really good actually. So good, that we did not feel a bit of conviction when February rolled in and we found ourselves in the Goodwill checkout line. He needed a trenchcoat for a project. I just happened to come across six VHS tapes not in our collection, two children’s books, and a really nice dress coat. Okay, correction: I found 5 VHS tapes, not in our collection. Duplicate tapes are, yeah, a bit of a thing when you are constantly on the hunt for classics. Continue reading “GOODWILL THRIFT INTERVENTION”

Tell Your Own Story: Geisha of Gion: Memoir of Mineko Iwasaki - Book Review

Tell Your Own Story—Geisha of Gion: Memoir of Mineko Iwasaki | Book Review Part 2 (Non-spoiler)

Maybe this series is not going to turn out like your typical book review series. Seeing that “Geisha of Gion” is a memoir, at times I feel more urged to review the character of the author Mineko Iwasaki. It requires a lot of courage to stand on truth when surrounded by arrows of lies. I have learned so far that the lives of geikos are in many ways tremendously private affairs. Not to mention, the art of a geiko is sacred and their training is rigorous. Many sacrifices must be made and kindred ties severed, especially in the case of Iwasaki’s rise as an atotori. An atotori is the heir to a geisha house or okiya. Traditionally, geikos were very notable figures in their communities like cultural diplomats—not prostitutes or loose women.

Tell Your Own Story

The first lesson “Geisha of Gion” taught me—the most important lesson—is the power of telling your own story. I could draw many false conclusions had I not been compelled to dig deeper into the sanctity of geiko tradition. The most bewitching part is Arthur Golden’s book acknowledgments claim he received his information from the “life experiences” of Mineko Iwasaki. Golden did actually have the privilege of interviewing Iwasaki for background information in confidence. However, he went on to give her name, while fabricating his own version of her reality. This is why Mineko Iwasaki’s “Geisha of Gion” is such a powerful masterpiece in my eyes.

People from afar often interpret your interworkings based off of their own pre-established biases. Others simply and maliciously only seek to rob you of your story and make it their own. Sometimes it is…scary, to think you must tell your story—one that is only yours. No one truly has the rights to your story but you. For Mineko Iwasaki, her life is one of many sacred traditions. Moments she revealed and graciously shared by compellation and indirect force were never meant to be sourced. Yet, when faced with the reality that some people inadvertently or intentionally sought to only rise upon her kindness, Iwasaki chose to gift her truth. There is always power in your truth

Missed book review part 1 of “Geisha of Gion: Memoir of Mineko Iwasaki” →READ IT HERE



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Tight Circle

Take my kindness for kindness. Know—my good side is my best side. #dejure

My mother, my father—don’t put shit pass me. My brother, my sister they bouty bouty—riding if I’m rolling.

My King, he would say I’m cutthroat-sweet, call me gingersnap.

My closest amigos know I speak my heart no feelings saved.

Newcomers welcome—my doors are always open, but new energy is checked like baggage at my gate.

Right bout now that’s all that matters. So you get in where you fit in—standing room only, 

                                                                                                        all seats reserved, no rooms left vacant. 

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