Thanks in advance for the new car and sweet little house!
All my love,
PS: Those wondering about what Yoru means, it literally translates to, “night” in the Japanese language. Yoru is one of the strongest swords in the world. It is one of the twelve Saijo O Wazamono or “Black Sword/Blades”. In a world crumbling around us, be the strongest black sword today!
“The only time I use okra is for medicine.” —Luisah Tiesh
In the healing spirit of GirlrillaVintage, I’d like to offer up an early bird smudgetalk on plant healing. 🦉
Did you know that eating okra or drinking it’s water is a great choice for treating bowel irregularity? And as many of us know that when the bowels ain’t movin’ the crankiness gets to loomin’. And relieving the colon can eliminate many diseases and conditions such as high blood pressure, skin irritation, headaches, anxiety and depression to name a few.
I’ve been intentionally slow walking this book because it’s chock full of amazing and practical information about herbs and holistic medicine from the experiences of elders of Afrikan descent born in America.
Here’s a snippet from the book, “Working the Roots Over 400 Years of Traditional African American Healing”, that boosted my ole cranky, constipated mood lol! Also, I discovered from reading this book that Luisah Tiesh (still with us btw) authored a book called, “Jambalaya: The Natural Woman’s Book of Personal Charms and Practical Rituals”, that I recently ordered. Get into it. And enjoy all this goodness!
Ancestor. Amiri Baraka. Thank you. This nudge. This invitation. This feeling. This LP. This gentle movement. Cheers! Yours. Experimental. Wildly staccato. I want to write in your likeness with my gift. My twist. 🙏🏾 for the heart beat. For remembering us that you knew would be born. Ashe-O
It might sound petty, yet I don’t have the patience to deal with your unwanted advances. My “NO” is enough. As women we are taught to be nice and chalk it up when men are being annoying, disrespectful, and pushy for fear of our safety. I don’t want to be nice to you anymore. I don’t care how successful you are, I’m simply not interested. Please respect that.
AND AFTER ALL OF THAT…he didn’t offer an apology, commenced to blame me for being “attractive”, and asked who this nigga was in a picture I posted 😳. LAWD LOL! I didn’t respond at all. THEN he did something new, sent a disturbing silhouette of his penis and tried convince me that I didn’t know what I was missing. I thought, look where being “nice about this shit” has gotten me. I blocked him.
Ladies, be empowered to never tolerate exchanges like this, especially if you clearly were uncomfortable the first time. 😦🤬😫
I planned a bday bash in March, but had to postpone after the virus hit. Today my bestie @cynmoni & mommy B surprised me by dropping off belated gifts and an abundance of love in the finest social distancing fashion lol! Between mommy B’s homemade sweet potato pie, plum preserves and handmade masks I’m on top of the world. Thank y’all so much!
We often throw the words codependent or codependency around, not truly understanding what it means. Honestly, I’m a recovering codependent. I never knew that codependence is considered to be a disease like that of an addiction.
How 3 of our main institutions (churches, families, and schools) actively teach us to not form boundaries, to stay in addictive, suffering, possessive, clingy relationships.
Or normalizing duality and fused identities vs coming together as individuals. This book is awesome and teaching me new things!
Stank ass laundry day lol! I know…I joke around about washing my stank ass laundry, yet I know the privilege it is to be able to wash my ass and my laundry.
Folks could NEVER imagine the half me, my brothers and mom survived. Sleeping in abandoned houses, bellies scraping our spines, being brutalized by predatory dick heads, mama having to sex work for money, food and shelter, shamed for being impoverished.
I don’t live this life to take any of it for granite although, I have at times. Grateful to be here to tell it, to smile while telling it, knowing I never have to go back there. Bless those in struggle for basic human necessities. Trust, life won’t always be like this.