#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

 


 

P.S.♥. You see that mug? Yeah, the one that says “Mrs. Always Right”. . . $0.75 at our local Goodwill…you would have thought it was marked a million and one federal reserve notes because Frankie Baby insisted that I not get it—his reasoning? Peep this…#1: it’s inaccurate [so says who bae?]. #2: it would feed into my delusions that I’m always right [so, about the delusions—but where bruh?¿] #3: my head would swell and I’d end up with a Pinnochio nose—still’d be cute though. . . #hashtag WHERE’S THE LOVE FRANKIE?!… eh, got my cup! And still always right #haterfreezone ^_^ 😛 :-*

 

Your desires are needed! …#polls

You all know I enjoy writing and creating from a plethora of spectrums, but most days my mental works a lot faster than my physical #beingHumanproblems. Plus, with all the changes here and there, new projects and half-penned book manuscripts I need your assistance getting my thoughts—eh, well organized.

Love you all always! ♥


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P.S. I’m also on the fence about the new look for LoveTrips™ the BLOG…aka the TRIBE website. Soon I may be reaching out to you all again for some help choosing the new look and feel!

#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 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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Not Every Man Finds Religion, but All Possess Ancestors

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

 

 

Tha’fxckthisworld…?¿ :/

These beautiful girls, unfathomably divinely gorgeous young women. I began each trailer, and my heart gave up when my ojos began to flood. Just know we must hold together, hold for love, be much better than we are right now—here today. Where are the righeteous men? Those who vow to protect the wombs of those which first birthed them? … Sometimes, I just feel as though I simply cannot. Uh.


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So you think it’s merely an Eastern thing…

The Day My God Died – 2003, Andrew Levine. Narrated by Tim Robbins, Wynona Ryder – IMDB info and cast – http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0376559/fullcredits#cast.

  • Summary

The Day My God Died is a feature-length documentary that presents the stories of young girls whose lives have been shattered by the child sex trade. They describe the day they were abducted from their village and sold into sexual servitude as, “The Day My God Died. ”The film provides actual footage from the brothels of Bombay, known even to tourists as “The Cages,” captured with “spy camera” technology. It weaves the stories of girls, and their stolen hopes and dreams, into an unforgettable examination of the growing plague of child sex slavery.

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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 on 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