The Fool In Me - LoveTrips ™ the BLOG - Egypt English

The Fool in Me

If my life is my message…what kind of message am I sending?

Tarot Teachings


I do love myself—enough to fear nothing. I release all judgments of myself and all others. Thus, I will and I shall live, give, and I shall build. My practice is my adventure—my life, this journey, is my practice. And although I seek the bounty and the beauty that is the rose, I shall not fear its thorns. I will regard each prick as a lesson to be learned—each scar, a badge of honor earned.

With all of my love.

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Wicked Ways - Egypt English - Love & Life Coach

This sh¡t ain’t kashér and you know it…

Vows are not made to be broken…

but—we are humans, fickle creatures…we break them. Some we break unintentionally, some we break to save, as if it needs saving, grace…and some we break simply to keep from having to reveal our demons to none other than ourselves. I broke a vow I made to you, because of the latter—I simply could not be transparent with you, so I hid from you…but only the part of you that reflected me…I hid from your eyes, and yet your hearts still beat in my chest.

Even in hiding, I could not escape the sound. I could not stop my feet from dancing to those beats you conjured—and though, my mind still raced as brilliantly as a million thoroughbred stallions, my spirit stalled out a time or two, and my body backfired…my bones cracked and ground bone on bone. I chipped a tooth. I stained a few. Part of me became so seemingly complete with the thoughts breathing as good mother Dickinson had, and part of me grew sick of dancing in my own eerie shadows, dropping baskets of treats from gloomy windows. Slowly,

hesitantly,

I set aside my peace pipe because I am learning time slows down much faster when it speeds up—like interdimensional travel, shifting, bending, transmuting from one black space to the next without the blinking of an eye. I am home again. Please allow me to rest my head upon your hearts once more.

Signed,

A Letter to Those Who Traveled this Wicked Path with I

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The Changing Woman - Egypt English - Self Love

The Changing Women

I would like to believe that I am indeed the same woman who began this particular LoveTrip three years ago, but the woman I have become and she who I am ever-becoming will not allow me to be so complacent.

See, although my core has surely remained the same—all around it has metamorphosed.

Love your transformation mis andestagōnwa!

—♥Egypt

 

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Egypt English - LoveTrips the Tribe - Loveologist Artist Poet Model - Saponi Feathers

I can show better than I can …

…tell you, teach you, guide you, move you, force you.

You remember back in the day when parents would live off of the expressions “I can show you better than I can tell you,” “experience is the best teacher” or “a hard head makes a soft butt”? Truth be told, I know many parents, and many peers who still dance to the rhythm of each. I know I sure do! I can remember Maa saying “do your chores as they are assigned so they don’t pile up.” Well, we all know how that went after postponing them to play outside with friends, watch cartoons, eat a meal or two, twiddle fingers, or do anything and everything to keep from washing those dishes, cleaning your room, sweeping the floors and taking out the trash. By the time you finally got to the dishes that extra meal or so has turned into an extra meal or two per household member, and mother, father, grandma, auntie or other like guardian is staring you down with those “you better get that sh*t done” eyes. If your mom was anything like mine or my grandmas they were steady staring at you with a switch, fly swatter, or leather belt in hand—and you—pouting and moping because your favorite show is on now, bedtime is in an hour, and you can’t get on the phone to talk to your bestie until ALL of your chores are complete. Continue reading “I can show better than I can …”

Egypt English - LoveTrips the Tribe - Loveologist Artist Poet Model - Weight loss

What’s your secret? Diet? Exercise? Lipo? …eh Baggage Claim…^_^

Every old face I encounter asks me in some form or fashion where and how I abandoned 80 pounds and slowly counting over a course of a year. I have no fancy regiment to deplore—no magic wand to wave, no distasteful diets or strenuous workout plans to hand out…my apologies, but so not sorry. No, I simply left all of my worries, stresses and extra weight at baggage claim—marked it carry at your own risk and replaced it with my light.

—♥E, floating like a feather

 

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Egypt English - Debt Collector - LoveTrips™

debt collector…

Within these walls only love lives here.

Yesterday I went knocking on her door. The wombman who answered, I felt Her gaze through the peephole—heard Her mind adjusting the locks. “Uh, I’m looking for the backslider…the broken onethe child with the contrite heart?” From out of the corner of my Eye, I saw many fingers falling from inside the window frame and bent blinds mending themselves…and then, I heard a plethora of well-blended voices spring from behind the gold-framed door—”I think you have the wrong house,       she doesn’t reside here anymore.”

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Egypt English - Loveologist Artist Poet Model - Decolonize North America Morocco

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

LoveTrips™ - Transitioning Spirit
Tañyi [Fall 2015] Max: 248lbs – Transitioning Spirit
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Egypt English - Loveologist, Artist, Poet - Baltimore, MD - Piscataway Country : Re-Drowning

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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Egypt English - Loveologist, Artist, Poet - Baltimore, MD - Piscataway Country

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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