#Teaspiration Thursday | Trust your divinity.

There is nothing more precious than self-trust.

Many people will want what is best for you, but only you know your heart’s truest desires. Only you can seek and receive all that you need, and all that is yours to possess.

Don’t stop loving yourself and believing in the power of you because I will not.

—♥ E² ♥—


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Life Should Make You Understand Suicide …

Valentine’s Day: February 14, 2015

For the majority — life is hard

Living in today’s world full of technology, and with access to an array of tools for success, we are surrounded by what would make the most inattentive soul believe life should be easy. Instead, many of us find ourselves struggling to make ends meet—and many more of us are being left depressed and seemingly out of options for success or apparent reasons to go on with the struggle. Yet, we have grown content with being complacent Continue reading “Life Should Make You Understand Suicide …”

Against a liquid fence

I Saw God . . . then I heard S’He speak.

April 12, 2013 — Akenatzy Country [Clover, VA] (originally posted to Nadira’s Locs)

Call me crazy, but my day was amazing . . . Selah.

A voice in nature - Nappy Nahdee

I have never in my life been so, so something. After work today I left the office, and I did the usual: wait for my brother and his partner to finish up work in the backwoods. So I sat up against a wood fence and took in the scenery. It was magnificent, divine. As I’m writing this know that I’m beyond overwhelmed with emotion at this point… Still standing here, barefoot, stuck, and trying to make sense of all that just happened to me, trying to relay to you all that God just gave me. Continue reading “I Saw God . . . then I heard S’He speak.”

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…”