Sunflower Starchild
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A deep loving quantum being co-creating in an ever evolving state of undoing, becoming & remembering
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Universal Frequency
Act 1 - Presence "How do you want to live your life? Alive or behind a glass", I asked. I challenged myself to be present. Embracing all the feelings and diving into my very being. I learned to love myself into being. A lesson I would cycle back to again and again, while riding the winds of change.
By Sunflower Starchildabout a year ago in Humans
Moving Through Feeling
Dear Vocal, It’s time to part ways. It is neither good nor bad, it just is. The truth is I'm angry. Even as I write these words I find myself dissociating. It has been a journey to find me. I thought it began when my grandmother passed but now I know it has always been me. Steering me towards the truth of me. I am awareness.
By Sunflower Starchild2 years ago in Confessions
From Death to Life. Top Story - January 2024.
We got the call on January 2nd, the day after finding out that my partner's cousin had tragically died trapped in a house fire leaving behind 4 kids. I watched from zoom as my dads face twisted in concern. He had stopped steps away from the burial ground where he would lay his brother to rest. The camera man had been canvassing my uncle's funeral and happened to sweep over my dad at the very moment that he said, “Mummy is in hospital”.
By Sunflower Starchild2 years ago in Confessions
A Black Horror Story
“Are you sure this is the spot?” Tariq squeaked. Standing at 6’4” and weighing over 200 pounds, he recognized that he looked absolutely ridiculous hiding behind his 5’10”, 170 pound teammate Jake, but Jake wasn’t a Black man in the middle of nowhere.
By Sunflower Starchild4 years ago in Fiction
Ancestral Fire
Kheniya’s feet jutted over the edge of a slender ledge as the sun blazed behind her mahogany back like an explosion of fiery wings. She was closer to the heavens than she’d ever been before standing on the highest building in the slums. The heat scraped against her skin settling in the fine black ceremonial lines that adorned her body. She spread her arms in defiance, pushing through the thickness of the air as if to scream, “Look at me”.
By Sunflower Starchild4 years ago in Fiction
War's Children
I W “Wine?” I hesitated. JP stood in front of me with a half full glass of red wine in his hand. He was barely taller than me with deep Cocoa skin. He had no visible scars or missing limbs. His eyes were full of kindness and warmth. A far cry from what I had envisioned an ex-child soldier would look like but even so, there he was, a glass of wine in his outstretched hands playing the good host.
By Sunflower Starchild4 years ago in Confessions
