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

#Teaspiration Thursday | But you are beautiful, like the sand.

If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere— Vincent Van Gogh

Egypt missing the city birds on a rainy day.

 Take in your hand the tiniest grain of sand, and if you stare purposefully enough you will see your reflection within its delicate crystal. Know—this simple grain has likely weathered more storms than you will ever in your current lifetime. Realize—like this crystal you are a complete reflection of all that is and ever was this Universe which spirals around us. So even in the midst of your darkest hell, the lowliest back alley, or even the most treacherous of snowcapped peaks, you will find love—when you gaze upon this great tapestry with purpose.

I love you!

♥E²

 

#Teaspiration Thursday | But you are beautiful, like the sand.
#Teaspiration Thursday | But you are beautiful, like the sand. [Honeymoon – April 23, 2017]

#Teaspiration Thursday | Judge not…

The difference between a flower and a weed is a judgment.— so said Someone

Frank &  Egypt pondering sleep deprivation


They underestimated you. And you sold yourself short.

You thought because they all bloomed with colors of pastels and the summer spectrum that their rose blossoms all smelled of lavender and lilac,

and that your bare green stems and your lack of florals were an abomination of the highest sort to that which was said to be truly majestic.

So,      you hid yourself from the Sun.

The nights grew longer             as the seasons began to pass,

and great Phoebus’ beams shrank shorter and colder.

Yet, still—in the dead winter, through ice and chill you rose to meet Ra’s risings—above the now stemless petals and that great multitude of dormant ovules.

You are divinely created—you are an ace in its place, necessary you are. Remain necessary my Loves.

Biwaha! & Andestagonwa!

♥ Egypt


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#Teaspiration Thursday | Judge not... - Batltimore, Marlyand
#Teaspiration Thursday | Judge not… – Baltimore, Maryland – for the original photo take a scroll down the FEED!

 

#Teaspiration Thursday | The trees are caving in…

There is pleasure in the pathless woods. —Lord Byron

—Egypt’s coveting of the Tuesday’s tea

Your life was destined from start to finish to be an untamed and untrodden woodland. You need only know that your destiny was engraved into the fabric of Universe by Love’s hands themselves. And you need only remember that as long as your feet are moving forward always—you will eventually stumble upon your greatest point just beyond the trees.

So, do not fear the unchartered territories, but do embrace the beautiful bountifulness of your unknown,

—♥—

The thoughts of getting lost in the backwoods, sticks, and briers of my homeland with family on one of our random excursions as a child still flood my heart with sweet love, adventure, and much nostalgia….cheers! to the uncertainty of finding our way back home without breadcrumbs…♥Egypt

I will love you long pass the dying of the very last star hanging in the balance of darkness.

Maiiandostéka

#Teaspiration Thursday | and that is why I am here…

Experience will give you the power and confidence to be you.

—Egypt going on and on about updates and whatnots…

Life on Earth is all about the challenges, the lessons, the boo-boos, scrapes, bruises, smiles, laughs, moments of bliss—all of your experiences to say the least.

If you take the time to harness love for every pitfall, uphill battle, long journey, and all lessons learned, be they gloriously good or unfathomably unfortunate, you will realize slowly, but surely that from your experiences come wisdom and from wisdom spews confidence.

There is nothing in your future that YOU cannot face head-on and conquer!

How is this so? Dear Love, every experience you have had throughout your life, great or small, stands as a lesson or a blessing for you to build upon or utilized for the improvement of your life raft if you find yourself being tossed and driven by relentless waves of a chaotic sea of the living.

YOU are created to be stronger. Life’s experiences are meant to prepare YOU and strengthen YOU.

I pray you stand firmly on your square in life, be moved for fear of naught.

Biwa & Andestagōnwa,

—♥Egypt

#Teaspiration Thursday | Raindrops in Sapponi

Earth laughs in flowers.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

It is a daunting wonder and a mighty perplexing dilemma our collective unhappiness truly is. After all, take the onset of Tañyi for example—leaves begin to turn from luscious greens to dry and brittle reds, browns, and golds right before Wenañi sets in with its harbingers of a beautiful; yet, chilling death. And even more so, Wehe-Éhimpé dawns with rains that beat the Earth as if the heavens continuously weep for Winter’s most recent dying. Yet, where is the sorrow in the raindrops? There exists none—for the warmth, the vibrancy, and the fragrant florals of Wēhē Piwa depended on the falling, dying and showering. Indeed, we must face our storms and rainy days in order for our flowers to rise from the gently tossed and heavily beaten soil to dance with sweet gaiety.

So in love with our now—with Him, and of course your divine hearts!

—♥Egypt

#Teaspiration Thursday | Greatness, an inherent talent…

Share your strengths, not your weaknesses.

Egypt—pondering humility & vanity

What is a weakness? 

  • The Definitive: An area of my life I have yet to show an adequate expression of love to.
  • The Declaration & Proclamation:  I have no weaknesses. Weakness does not exist. Therefore, I bear only to be completed processes—on-going interior renovations.

Life is polluted with ups and downs, risings and fallings, but you are love, and love is strength—remain consistent! Maiiandostéka mis Amor.

—♥Egypt


tal·ent
/’talənt/
  1. natural aptitude or skill.