The Makings Of Me.

In recent events, following the murder of Michael Brown, a piece of my peace has been crumbled. Michael Brown, an unarmed, 18 year old college student was scheduled to begin his freshman year at Vatterott College. Unfortunately, he didn't make it to his first day of classes. On August 9th, 2014 Michael was gunned down in the streets of Ferguson Missouri by police officer Darren Wilson. His body left to lay there in the blistering heat for for hours. Wilson, shot his gun at Michael a dozen of times, hitting Brown six times, two in the head. With little to no regard for the human value of Michael Brown the law enforcement officer took the precious, unwritten, young life of a 18 year old teenage boy as if his life had little to no value.  This happened. It's been heavily publicized through every single device of mass media, since. The recorded gunshots, multiple stories false accusations, subconscious racism, pictures, endless footage, and a transparent glimpse into t

The world is controlled by two forces. The highest of the two being a positive energy of GOD, Compassion, and LOVE. The other being the complete opposite; utterly evil, destructive and hateful, better known as The Devil. I grew up being extremely familiar with the opposing side due to my elementary school fame... I can remember countless times where I was the cause of someone crying at recess because I excluded them from whatever girl group, club or gang my friends and I had formed at lunch earlier that day. The Spice Girls were usually who we strolled around Recess pretending to be. But looking back I realize we were more like Destiny's Child due to the fact the revolving door was always open. I was Beyonce though, so I did the kicking out and the replacing. Always. I was one of three black girls in my entire school so I was different and people admired that. Innocent souls admire the significant things in life. Unfortunately back then I let the hype go to my head and an EGO was f

It's been exactly 3 months since I've publicly written . In the missed time I've been doing some soul searching, soul recovering and soul spoiling. When I say soul [searching], I'm referring to searching for more wisdom and truth from what I've already been so enriched with within this short but precious lifetime of mines. The soul recovering I speak of is in reference to the refocus, and revamping of my purpose I've been diligently working on since-- what felt like the Coldest Winter Ever ended. Saving the best for last, the soul spoiling I mentioned was said modestly yet wholeheartedly in regards to the decisions, power moves, and progress I've made with awareness, peace and love; which has entirely been a motivating factor in bringing me closer to GOD, UNIVERSE, SPIRIT, HEAVEN, PEACE, LOVE, etc. than I've ever been before. I'll keep it real because we all deserve REAL: This past winter after returning from Africa, I never really readjusted to

I experienced life on a deeper [higher] level today . After working two jobs a week straight, I was fortunate to  finally make it home before the sun went down. On my way home a thought entered my head to not just go in the house and stay in once I arrived, but to enjoy the weather and soak the good temperatures in. Right then, I decided I would go visit the local park not far from my house. I always breath a little easier when I spend time at the park. Along with clearer breathing, my thoughts are much more clear as well. So then I decided I would write in the midst of fresh air, children playing, and the rest of the components that make this life the beautiful experience that it should be: I'm currently sitting on a bridge at Wheaton Regional Park watching children enjoy some of the most pleasurable, carefree-- possibly happiest moments of their lives. The joy I'm feeling at this very moment is incredible, as I watch these tiny humans truly experience life for what it is.

A couple of weeks ago I began reading this incredible novel titled 'Men, Money, and Chocolate' by Menna Van Pragg. I saw great reviews for it on Amazon and decided to order it. By my luck it ended up being exactly what I needed to read at the right time. I've devoted the last year and a half to reading books that ONLY relate to self-improvement because of my journey that I've embarked on. However this read specifically had the second biggest impact on my life as far as relevancy goes. The author of this book masterminded the technique of putting life experiences into words that are beneficial to every human being, especially those of us that are experiencing stressful relationships that seem to no longer be serving a purpose in our lives. I personally believe this book was written for and about me. Within the short amount of time that I've been reading this book, I've learned some seriously valuable life lessons-- Lessons that need to stick with me for the rest

Lately my life has been lacking a sense of rejuvenation. I experience some days that are productive and others not so much. I'm constantly trying to work towards living the life I want to live instead of being satisfied with the life I'm living. It's almost as if nothing is ever enough. I'm pretty sure as a child life never seemed this complex . I can refer to a book I'm currently reading titled " Men, Money and Chocolate " to support my claim: "We're born with hearts that hold onto our dreams, keeping them safe from our negative rational minds. As children we follow our hearts all day long; we live according to our instincts and intuitions. But one day we stop listening to our hearts and start listening to the thoughts in our heads instead".  My life made so much more sense the short 2 weeks I was in Ghana. Like WOW. I had never felt so connected to my life in the 23 years I've lived it. My entire thought process converted over

It was my original intent to update my blog with more from my truly liberating experience in Ghana but with the amount of negative energy I've felt since returning to the 'United States of America' my consciousness has pulled me into the direction to write about an intense emotion that has been bothering me for quite sometime now-- long before I even visited the motherland. It's an issue that seems to only be getting worst every day. The value of black people in this country is decreasing while the number of African Americans being murdered and justice NOT being served is  increasing . Today, February 5th, 2014 an African American male by the name of Trayvon Martin would have celebrated his 19th birthday had he not been murdered by a mixed-race hispanic by the name of George Zimmerman, who ironically is celebrating the announcement of his "celebrity boxing match" with well known rapper DMX. First of all, excuse my french, but why the $%^@ is it OK to glorif

I thought I would feel sorry for the children at the children home (orphanage) but surprisingly I don't. I planned on coming to Ghana and becoming emotionally unbalanced due to their situations, but surprisingly I'm not. I thought without a doubt I would lose sleep at night thinking about the children's stories but I didn't. All the expectations I came to Ghana with were proven wrong because I judged a book by it's cover. I assumed these children would be living in the worst condition imaginable. It wasn't that bad. It's funny because my initial plan was to make a difference in the children's lives. Little did I know they would be the ones making a difference in mine... A very special boy by the name of Anuk was pretty shy towards me the first few days, but by beach day he had completely warmed up to me. Anuk-- autistic, is the smartest and happiest boy I was fortunate enough to have met during my time at the children's home. Not