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Does Your Food Make You Happy

Raise your hand if you have a food dance. I have one —although, I was not aware I did until Frankie started calling me out about it a little over a year ago. Let us be honest, most of us see our favorite foods or simply food in general and become entranced in a temporary euphoric state of happiness. Not to mention when we take that first bite on the road to food coma city. Yet, we all know food is merely a substitute for happiness. Nowadays, I desire that food only garnish my happiness.

The truth is food does not make me happy regardless of how good it tastes or how comforting it may be. Think about it, we have heard the tale of the tragic breakup leading someone spoonful after spoonful down the Rocky Road of ice creams. At the end of the tub of pleasures, the brokenhearted is still left with a bucket of tears. And who has not eaten way too much of their favorite food and regretted it later?

I know what it is like to eat your cares away—trust me. I spent almost a year battling with digestive issues. Almost everything I ate made my stomach cringe—even the healthy choices. I realized slowly, but surely, food was not the source of my healing or my happiness. Now, I know what it is like to go find healing and happiness and then return to food without convictions.

Before I went vegetarian or started working out, I lost 80 pounds and some change in a year. I found my path to happiness months before I began losing weight.

Somewhere between trying to eat healthier and wanting to eat the foods I love, I found a perfect balance. For me, the balancing act is what makes life worth living. Yes, we should enjoy our favorite foods. Yes, a good meal with good friends should excite you. However, life, itself, should always be the source of your happiness.

Love, as always

—♥Egypt

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Food will change you.

Life has a funny way of forcing you to make decisions you had not planned on making—sort of like when the smell of good food hits your stomach and before you know it you are knee-deep in your second plate of holiday dinner. The latter premise is how we arrived here—me writing to you from what looks like and feels like a whole new space. In some ways, the place I am in life is different. My space—this blog is different, but the love is the same, still flourishing. See, I have a passion for a lot of things, but the cream that rises to the top is a brilliant mixture of writing to inspire and eating to love. What you will find over time prior to these meanderings are salvaged snapshots of my life over the past five years.

So, here we are, standing on the edge of an old adventure made new. I am prepared to take you along on my journey to a place where love, laughter, good food, and good edits feed the tummy and fill the heart.

Love, as always

—♥Egypt

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A Space Called Mother I

Somewhere between power trip and power failure, I exist—in a cold dark place full of warmth—or heat—I dance like water at my best—like ice at my depths. I still birth.

—9:16 post meridiem, November 25th, 2018

Here, I imagine—You feel more at home in my body than I do.

I find solace in watching myself trying to be a good mother—a perfect mother—I found honor in knowing that she still only exists adorned in glittering imperfections. I see her tries—all of her attempts that lead to half actions and whole actions have thus far transmuted into You—ten toes, ten fingers—arm, leg, leg, arm, head.

—10:19 ante meridiem, Masha’Allah, November 26th, 2018

I have learned to feed you—and still, I am not yet half the mother I am to be—for I have only just begun to nourish your cries for my attention—your restless waves for my acknowledgment—your tossing and turning—your tides attempting to pull from my seashores a distant touch.

—10:53 ante meridiem, Learning to Love Again

 

We Manifested…

I did not fear the spirits—restless souls, entities and hellhounds—that roamed about our childhood home in my youth, or those that followed me into love. Yet, I feared the makings of my own restless spirit, my demons, my tribe’s maternal traumas, and many attachments—spiritual ones, mental ones, and physical ones. Those fears lead me to fear my greatest joy, one I had only spent countless moons and seasons wishing, praying and meditating upon—a chance at motherhood, a chance at carrying love in my womb and baring a child to crown—a chance many said I could and would never have. I feared my consort having to settle for a life with only me—as if that was not the first and only life he had set out to live when we first sat by those October train tracks sipping on Jamaican Me Happy. I had to give up my fears, my worries, my self-doubts, my addictions—all of my inhibitions. We had to throw away our futile manmade cares, let our freedom hang out, and look back to our stars, our planets, our moons, and our many aspects—those that had first charted our way—and we had to fall back into us.

 

—♥Su Hena

 

Historic Rosemont Manor King Frank May and Egypt English

We Found Love At Rosemont

Stay positive and happy. Work hard and don’t give up hope. Be open to criticism and keep learning. Surround yourself with happy, warm and genuine people.

—Tena Desae

Yeah, so I’m pretty sure we took the titles Lord and Lady of the Manor to a whole other level for our anniversary/my birthday getaway, but could there have been a greater display of wealth and splendor?¿—and no—I do not mean the opulent staircase, Grand Portico, or majestic grounds of the Historic Rosemont Manor. No, while all of the latter is surely breathtaking, I am speaking of the hearts that move about the manor, center stage and behind the scenes—those who host the elegant tea parties, tend to the stately grounds, prepare and serve the delectable breakfast dishes, maintain the cleanliness of such an immaculate estate—and even those with fur and glowing eyes that scare the heebie-jeebies out of you in the midnight hours as you travel through the gate after a charming dinner in Old Town Winchester. Yes, I am speaking of the hearts we embraced which beat like Sioux feet, and embraced us back with love and that “oh my goodness, Sister Sue is the plug” for homemade jam! Yes, my loves, four months and some change later Frank and I are still in love with Rosemont.

You know us—we live for love, and we love how we love. You are well aware by now that our art separately and combined is always our highest expression of our love—so even on our anniversary we loved so hard and made the most of our time. Some days this can be a challenge, but the Rosemont tribe ensured that we could make the most of the one day we had to spare in our busy bee day-to-day. I mean seriously mis Andestagōnwa I got a chance to twirl like a madwoman about one of the grandest porticoes western Virginia has to offer—literally, until I was dizzy—without as much as an awkward side-eye. You know you have had an undeniably ravishing time when you leave a place and your only “regret” is not taking your beautiful hostesses up on the invitation to slide across the luxuriously kept hardwood floors…in your socks.

Of course, you will find millions and millions of places all around the globe that would make for wonderful wedding venues, tea parties, one-night stays, and humble vacation getaways, but when you find a place that comes jam-packed with good energy and good people who simply love to love, and enjoy being good company just as much as they enjoy having good company—you cherish them—you hold those places near and dear to your heart. You remember them, do your best not to forget them—and you show them off, because you desire the world to see that it does not take cookie-cutter people, yes men or people who you have known for years and years, or those who you are sure share your every belief, viewpoint, favorite dish, opinion or taste in fashion per se. No, it only takes people who are willing to love just as much as you are willing to give this world a blossoming future. Rosemont blossoms. Spring has sprung, Summer has budded and despite Autumn swiftly approaching, we can be certain Rosemont is still buzzing and will still be buzzing with love come Winter snowfall.

So, where will you be having your next spot of tea my loves? Where will you unwind in your next luxurious bubble bath? Where will you tie the love knot, if not in and around love?…

My Favorite Spot: Eh, everywhere was divine! but definitely the Grand Portico for its sublime views, the Einstein Room for its quietly complex Einsteiness, and the Kennedy Suite—I simply adored the painting of Lady Kennedy! ^_^ #sayidorosemont.

 

Her Lawless Kingdom

These walls tremble with silence.
They know nothing of this fear.
…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!

—♥ E. English

Wealthy Living on a Poor Man’s Budget

I am a whole host of desires, but I want for nothing….

—So says the woman who holds the Universe within Her heart…or man.

It is your choice to live a rich man’s life, just as much as it is your choice to live a poor man’s life. You may not be financially or economically blessed with a fortune of notes, or dollars right now, but does that truly stop you from appreciating or enjoying the life that you have, the memories you’ve made, the experiences you’ve gained, the knowledge you’ve acquired, or the lessons you’ve learned…

In the heat of summer 2015, I met a homeless* woman, Love J, back home in Sapponī country—she was a high-spirited gift to the aching heart. We shared two things in common aside from the melanin in our DNA and the fact that we were both women—we both had a desire to get back to the Maryland Republic, I for Frank and Her to resume her once sufficient real-estate practice. The other—no matter our circumstances we both liked to bathe or shower each morning, put on a pair of earrings and a touch lipstick at least.

At the time, I did not have cash on me, and she did not ask for any—we just so happened to meet in the produce section of the local WalMart, where she was browsing bananas with her shopping cart, aka her house-on-the-go. I believe our conversation began over the lack of care taken in regards to the produce section, and how expensive it was to prioritize healthy living on a low-income budget. Somewhere between bananas, budgets. diabetes and potassium deficiencies, we ended up in the same self-checkout line—both trying to escape the unforgiving WalMart checkout unscathed by time. She was ahead of me and so, of course, she stepped up to check out first. She had 3 bananas and a hotplate from the deli. From my vantage point, right before she reached to slide the bananas to the side of the aisle I felt her dilemma in my spirit… she did not have enough. With no regards as to if I even had the funds I needed in my checking account, my heart guided me forward before my mind could react—and suddenly I was standing next to her. I told her to scan her bananas, asked if she needed something to drink because the bottle she had propped up on her cart was near empty; she grabbed a bottle of water, I swiped my card—and for the next almost half-hour we stood and talked.

Love J said sometimes we are meant to be angels to one another, even when we don’t yet know how or why. And ‘though she was down on her luck and could not always say where her next meal was coming from or which rest stop she would shower at she never wanted to be looked at as a victim because faith had always provided for her. Ironically, the low market price of real estate had led her back to Sapponī country in hopes of doing some house-flipping, but she admitted that she had underestimated the reach of the depression in the housing market, and moved on impulse. Despite the fact that her hasty decisions had basically bankrupted her financially, she learned so much in the process, she learned from her mistakes, and she was still studying real-estate even while searching for a means to an estate of her own. She declared the road had been rough, and she knew she wasn’t a spring chicken, but she still gets dressed up the best she can and goes about her day making ends meet and saving what she can because her dream was to make it back on her feet, go back into real estate and get back to her business this time to help others like herself.

You see, aside from her house-on-the-go shopping cart, if you met Love J on the street and stopped for a casual conversation you’d never assume she was homeless or anything close. She wasn’t dressed in fancy clothes, nor did she have on expensive jewelry, but Love J simply knew her worth and took care of herself. She insisted that she desires others to know that your circumstances don’t define you. What defines you is your ability and determination to hold your head up high and keep moving forward despite all adversity, so that you can be someone else’s beacon of hope.

♥♥♥ Love J, you gave me hope. I pray you are forever well—until we meet again Biwaha ♥♥♥

Still, to this day her name is saved in the contacts of my phone, because she encouraged me to face life boldly, and always live and love harder than my circumstances.

I hope this reflection finds you well even if you’re in a time of struggle, and I pray it resonates deep within your soul my Loves. Moments like these I tend to hoard for one reason or another, but this one has swelled inside of me for almost two years now, and it was way passed time to share the light and love it gave me to see someone seemingly at rock bottom living on top of the world.

w/ unvanquishable love always,

—♥Egypt


*Homelessness — If home is where the heart is…can you truly be homeless? …Shelterless perhaps.

#TeaspirationThursday | Where there is a will…

Let us be kind and compassionate to remove the sadness from the world.
—the Universe responds…


Getting in the car this morning, headed to the 9-5, I asked the Universe for something new and refreshing—a tea tag I’d not encountered before. And so it was.Ironically, after requesting words which would touch my soul, I feel as though I have very little to add.

We, all together, have the power to make this world, our world a collective paradise for every Wombman, Man, and Child. Without us, Human Beings—the Earth, the animals, plants, fungi and so on would exist as they did long before We were created. Balanced. Thus, we are naturally expendable—and yet, we insist on expending ourselves through acts of war, pollution, starvation, slander, genocide, discrimination, persecution, hate, rape, torture, neglect, so on, and so on. Still—kind souls and compassionate hearts seek paradise in the midst of hell fires.

I love you all unconditionally!

…and welcome, welcome and welcome again to our new Loves!

—♥ Egypt E.

#Teaspiration Thursday | The Art of Pricking One’s Distal Phalanx

He who wants a rose must respect the thorn. —Persian Proverb

Egypt plucks with no tea in Her cup to sip.

It is pure naiveté or neglect of truth that would lead one to believe living a good life is to live a life without unfortunate events, Without dark clouds and rainfall how can you truly say you love the sunshine. And without blinding sand storms how might another take delight in the majestic vastness of a seemingly endless sea of golden crystals.

Life is always good. No matter how many wrong turns you make along your journey, life is always good, because your life is an exact product of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and years of you inputting an infinitely colorful array of numerical functions, vibrations, frequencies, and energies into the Universe which is your Provider—and in return, you are granted your LIFE, your here and your now!

You reap what you sew. Thus, your harvest is always good, even if you find you do not quite care for all that you’ve cultivated—conjured.

To desire life is to simultaneously appreciate the messes you have made. To love life is to learn from the lessons your past and present actions have taught you. To love life is to welcome all obstacles and challenges which come to strengthen you, to teach you, to build you, and to mold you.

 

I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuu! — *mood:good*

 

—♥ Egypt E.

 

Sippin’ that late night tea… | #Teaspiration Thursday

Madness. Everywhere
we’re all mad.
Some happy—others sad
but no matter
all mad
with our individual frustrations, separations
beliefs, misconceptions,
these portions, these thoughts, lights—

lights—
and purposes, all of our love.

Many days will come, enough will be difficult; and yet, all will still be necessary. So, even in the midst of those which prove to have been hell-brewed, be kind to all who and which you encounter in passing, and surely my dear Loves andestagōnwa will follow you and your bed will forever be made soft.

Plant kindness and gather love.

—E working on E … <3  :-*

Biwaha & Andestagōnwa siempre! 

—♥Egypt

 

 

#Teaspiration Thursday | The Love We Shared…

Communicate sacredness, build it, share it and spread it.

—reaching for love in a mug

All that is physical has an expiration date. We, in our current form despite complexion, national origin, age, gender, gender identity or expression, sexual orientation, genetics, disability, religion, or veteran status, live steadily marching towards our individual expiration dates.  Yet, that which is sacred does not possess a physical expiration date. Sacredness—vibrations, energies, frequencies: thoughts and bonds all exist forever—long after their earthly visitations privileges have been revoked by the stardust covered hands of time. 

Ages hence, beings without records will not remember you for the vivacious hues of your hair, the profound thunder of your voice or the many Ivy League diplomas you held in your lifetime. And still, they will reverence you in spirit, honor you, maybe even subconsciously, for all that you made people feel, aspire to do—the paradigms you shifted…the visions and the divinity you manifested.

*Sacred: [noun] — that which serves a purpose higher than the physical; thus, is unassailable or not liable to doubt, attack, or question.

Maiiandostéka,

—♥Egypt

#Teaspiration Thursday | 34 Smiles in the Key of Fibonacci

Plant kindness and gather love—Proverb

Egypt sippin’ on roasted Lion’s Tooth leaves

We are naturally kind people who sell ourselves short by striving to be nice.

Being “kind” is a by-product of a good soul, a reflection of a soul that is acting in coherence with the ultimate law of the Almighty, the Universe—oneness. On the other hand, “nice” is well a product of my mind, your mind…eh to say the least: nice is a figment of your imagination. You create a persona, a personality of being nice, but real recognizes real. When we are kind people feel our vibrations; you know, we, our molecular structures, vibrate at the same frequencies and we all benefit greatly from exchanging the good energy of kind interactions.

Let’s keep it 100%, we’ve all been in that position where you’re engaged with someone you do not particularly get along well with or possibly loathe, but because you are in a professional setting, or just simply being cordial you act “nicely” toward him or her. For instance, you choose not let the door slam in their face because it’s the polite thing to do—and not because you truly desire to hold the door out of the kindness of your heart despite any animosity or bad blood the two of you share. Hence, nice is a figment of the imagination brought from the mind into reality. You saved face. You were simply nice. Yet, kind is lovestyle, a lifestyle, a lightstyle—you are simply following your heart, your spirit which is anchored by your soul—no more, no less.


Thank you my dear 302! ♥

Our numbers are ascending, but our vibes are already higher, and our love! well, it’s beaming oh so effervescently.

I felt like standing atop my bed this morning yelling “THIS IS LOVETRIPS!” with my best Leonides impression, but I figured Frank might think I was a madwoman, so instead, I rose and made Him some oats with all you beautiful lovers on my mind.

As we continue to cipher through this life, know my love will continue to spiral around you—near or far.

w/ ♥

—E²