Part 1 of this story located here. He’d gone to college in Portugal, but had more vivid memories of the war. His cocky was a front. He and his brother once hid in a field from soldiers for 12 hours, drinking their own urine to survive dehydration in the African summer. He survived that day, and … Continue reading Part 2: He Was “More Friend, Less Rapist”
Foreign young women shouldn’t walk down dark streets alone. And, a gentleman should accompany her back to safety. We both knew this. Continue reading Part 1: No, I wasn’t r****
Mood. Today was long, and perfect. I went to a client’s home, and gave her a spiritual bath. Basil and peppermint and LOTS of lavender. Goat milk and florida water and efun from my Obatala. Baby’s Breath flowers and candles and incense galore. Her one job, for a powerful woman who rarely gives herself … Continue reading Wash It Off, Let It Drain
Imagine the challenge of introducing an indigenous spiritual practice, laced with my personal experiences, history, and primary orisha intro, all in 6 minutes and 20 seconds!! Continue reading I Spoke at PechaKucha Atlanta!
We all have levels of intuition or awareness…and this is perfectly normal. Continue reading True Life: I’m a Psychic
I’m a new college teacher to 106 hard headed students who’ve taught me in one semester that i’m really just looking at myself. Continue reading teaching college is hard as shit, and students are afraid to be creative.
I chose to break my silence because there was something that was attempting to compete with and dominate Love. Love is my ministry, and this I cannot allow. Continue reading The Bluest Eye(s)