#Teaspiration Thursday | The Love We Shared…

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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 color, 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energies, frequencies: thoughts and bonds all exist forever—long after their earthly visitations privileges have been revoked by the stardust covered hands of time.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 color 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

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Be gentle with yourself. No need to lay self-blame
—Deer

Whenever in doubt—call on your ancestors: they will respond. This is the highest love I know. I have been struggling with my soul searching, my choices made, and in many ways the path I should tread next. Thus, upon my normal late rising I paused to read a quick scripture on “the expression of love” from Frank’s good book, got dressed for work, and headed out the door only to have to step back in the threshold to bless our home, give thanks to and bid love from our ancestors. Heart no less exhausted— I hopped in the car and proceeded toward work.

Eh, now in tears trying to type this… As I turn onto the first stretch of highway, in the distance I see a deer, which appears to be staring past all the other vehicles, and directly at mine. Beautiful, flawless, spotless, brown, but almost golden, with the largest most elf-like ears. I slow to ensure Her safe passage if she sought to jolt across the road; yet, instead, she turns intently in the direction I am traveling—and runs full speed along the tree line as if racing my car for 100 feet or so, stops on a dime…stares directly into my window as I proceed.

With one glance into my rearview—She’s gone, mascara runs.

Deer Love

Presence of Angels
Woodland Goddess

♥

Promise of Peace
Softness of Being
Innocence

♥

Adaptability
New Adventures
New Doors Wide Open

You are always in my heart, forever on my mind mis Andestagōnwa!

♥ Egypt

 

 

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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 which 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.

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Don’t mess with the tribe.

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

w/ ♥

—E²

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Frank has the tendency to consider me the best wife ever—well, of course, he’s highly partial and truly bias, because I am his first and only wife. Nevertheless, most days I can truly say I do not feel as though the sentiment could be further from the truth. In reality, I couldn’t be further from the Suzy Homemaker image. Truth be told I’m a far cry from her. And although, Frank assures me that we’re just not that couple and he has no cares for a Suzy—I still take pride and much delight in His smile when he comes home from work to a shimmering home, homemade veggie potpie and a bowl of freshly baked blueberry muffins. Due to the latter, as we embark on our 6th year of obligation I have been wrestling with the desire to really get our house in order, and the challenge of not stopping our endless workflow. To date—the most difficult task is managing dirty dishes, marinating laundry, clean floors, spotless bathrooms, a 9-5, a publishing company, an expanding brand, breakfast, lunch, dinner, a husband with two healthy appetites, of course, the priority of me—and getting proper rest…who knew that was still a thing—sleep where¿

All doubts and obstacles aside, I know the power is within me to conjure up the heka to be Mighty Woman. So, I began in the heart of our home. Let’s just say, it took a sick day for me to make a decisive decision about our kitchen and our everyday routine. Sometimes it takes feeling your worst to produce your best. Proof positive—our newly rearranged kitchen… [to be continued]

 

w/ ♥

—Egypt