Feminine Essays
Pouring in, pulling out. Intentions and healing ingredients go in; the unwanted is drawn out. Water becomes the carrier. Salt becomes the boundary. Oil becomes the seal. And the herbs become the whisper. Each bath a living ritual—part science, part spell—designed to nourish the body, unburden the spirit,
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There is a lineage of yoga that saved my life. An introduction that came more than once. First it came through friendly offering seemingly the practice came in solitude, a trio of distribution, but I resisted what I viewed as illusion. Sister Renee, on her mission to save the day,
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Everyday fatigue, from hearing it all Did you know? Click here, like and subscribe LTK and Amazon storefronts oops, the credit card is on freeze. Don’t ask me that, please. Comment section be kind. Wouldn’t it be easier to rewind? App this, a website for that. Subscribe to
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No lands should have been conquered, no wars waged, no ideologies forced to enslave, others killed and erased, no vile pollution of our elements: air, soil, water. No deterioration of land, no animals slaughtered by men pretending to be brave. We were rich in delusion, poor in communion, and full
Health and Wellness Essays
Editor’s Note: Originally written in August 2022. Our idea of physical health usually goes hand and hand with the latest diet and exercise trends or a positive checkup at the yearly primary care visit. In truth, well-rounded physical health goes far beyond our most common concepts. Many people
Public Essays and Proposals
Where I Live There Is Mold… Where I live there is mold in the houses Some covered in mice Insecure frames holding up barely there walls Lines of empty stores and malls Where I live seasonal air conditioning and warmth can be scarce Heat and cold pressing without much care
Personal Catalog
They called her Bayou Betty She got mad Answered back, “I’mma city cat” Concrete under my pads I’m from New Orleans I know about architecture And this and that
When you are too tired to feel, close your eyes and look up to feel me there. When you feel too tired to fuel, think to yourself: your preparation for me. When you are tired and crying, know that I am in the sky, trying to tell you I am
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It is okay to start a new way. Still we stay unsure, tamed to endure. Shaken to our core, again, again, once more. Mistaken Earth down to her core. Now she revolts, saying: I stay silent and still no more. People crying out to level the score, Spreading false messages
Personal Catalog
She is a rescue but as many have said before, she has rescued me as much as I have her. She welcomed me in Louisiana. She scouted my land in Alabama. She teaches me steady boundaries, relentless self-care, and how to follow the rhythm of the day, not the
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I looked to the floor, to the door where you stood no more. Bright then, in the den, you asked why it was I couldn’t do this before. I said, I am not sure I must have needed more to pull forth this softening and pour in once more.
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Emaciated dreams Immeasurable extremes Promised days tied to deranged ways. Versatile markets that can’t clear empty dockets. Sanctimonious Sectional BS on stolen sacred land Unrelenting torment to keep up with their demand doomed to be lost without a stance doomed to be sick without a stance doomed to cease