2018 Manifest


2018 the Year of Manifest

Each year we each embark on is always a year or something…either you fill in the blank, or you don’t, eh. Truth is often we do not fill in the blank, and we end our year with little to show because we neglected to establish a clear vision of all that we desired to see come to fruition. How much we neglected our past year will reveal its no or low hanging fruit come the dawn of the new year—our current year. Let this be the year you move and maneuver in such a way that you blink once and 2019 slows down to roll out a red carpet embroidered in golds and lined with silvers for You.

All that you do and neglect to do will matter, yet, not all that is done will transmute to matter, and still, nothing is ever truly wasted.

Yours in Love Truly Always Continue reading “2018 Manifest”

Black-browed Albatross - Flip'em the bird...

Flip’em the bird…

FYI! if you cannot access LoveTrips™ the BLOG this from Friday [06-30-2017] until Wednesday [07-05-2017] mmm it will be because we are going to give the flip to self-hosted another good’ole fashion try!

I know I said I may seek your assistance picking a theme, but Frank and I agreed on one! So where two or three agree—it shall be.

Eeeeeek! I can’t wait, I’m really super excited. Updates will be posted on my social media. In the highly likely case that I’m going to need the GoDaddy army’s assistance, you all will be in the know.

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Blogging be like…all drafts, no edits

My relationship with you all this past year has been, I know—somewhat dysfunctional. Truth be told, I feel like you all are the middle school crush who I’ve been writing pages upon pages of love letters to, but never really mustered up the guts to deliver them …#thatprettymuchsumsitallup.

w/ love…

Confessions of a loveologist #1

Dear Loves … Hopin' off the Loveology train, just to be a blogger again…

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Urgggggh! @#!! 

In my head, I’ve done the above a million and one times in the last 72 hours. Truth is, I have been running deadline crazy. Sad part—I sat all of the deadlines for myself, but of course, life has proved once again that it does not give one flying fxck about my preapproved deadlines.

The reality is, I ain’t even mad at life—and I ain’t mad at Self for not meeting those fly by night lines. If anything … I simply hate keeping those of you waiting who have been anticipating the release of certain content…yes, I still love you and I’m still working…eh…

The last two years of studying Loveology have opened my eyes to a new love for myself—each and every facet of my unconventionally poised being. I’m learning and accepting that perfect timing is just what it sounds like…it’s perfect timing and every second of my life is perfect—even if undesirable. Most days my heart is racing my mind, and my mind subsequently gets lost trying to keep up…I often short circuit. But after my wires are fried, stripped and rewired I’m back to the madness. 

The last couple weeks have led to many triumphs and many setups in the midst of my chaos and madness. Yet, would you believe the most baffling part is that despite the solemn days, the tear-stained pillows, pushed back deadlines, clanking wedding bells, all of the unread pages of my studies, and so on…I never feel as if I’m off track. Even when I want to be angry with myself and curse my circumstances I rarely do, and like clockwork,  I always find myself bombarded by my guardians and ancestors with love and fortification—by way of their numbers, symbols, omens, spirits, and voices. And after speaking with my MaaMa yesterday I found a greater peace for where I am in my processes—she encouraged me by simply acknowledging that sometimes we are forced to postpone things or delay our own process for the sake of manifesting something greater than our infant visions. And to tell the truth, I do love me some greater!

I love you all as well! Thank you for your love…

—♥Egypt E.

Tañyi 2016 | Not to beat a dead horse but’ah…

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This past 365 days and some change sought to conjure up a whirlwind of topsy-turvies for us to not only endure but to prevail over. And because many of you are not aware, I’ll just say the 365 days which preceded this now passing catastrophic year wasn’t what I would call a walk in a beautifully forgotten park either—eh, more like an anxiously heart palpitating run through the dark and lonely streets of Time Square, New York just before midnight, chasing an again soon to be forgotten falling skittle. No, Frank and I were newlyweds of the elopish sort—and had been forced to separate spaces, but never hearts for four long seasons: Tañyi, Waneñi1, Weha Ehimpe2, and Wehe Píma3 –that Winter was the coldest season I’d ever faced, and we both in our own worlds had survived the 2010 blizzard in the montañas of Frostburg. Continue reading “Tañyi 2016 | Not to beat a dead horse but’ah…”