humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Our Softest Memories
A few days ago, I was reminiscing about a few things I miss from childhood, which got me thinking about the women in my — or, anyone’s — family tree: treasured aunts and great-aunts, grandmothers and great-grandmothers, mothers, older cousins, big sisters.
By Barbara Andres4 years ago in Humans
Queenjaevibez
How did a Misfit Queen maintain her vibe! No one believed in her. No one thought she would make something of herself. Everyone thought she was incapable, incompetent, uneducated. Not to mention the hindering stereotype of being a single mother. Did they ever take the time to get to know her? They only knew the version of her that was always fighting projections, living in survival mode and being the savior for everyone else except for her. Deep down she believed one day she would be appreciated for her kindness and hard work. After a year of intensive healing work, affirmations daily, nourishing the body through meditation and yoga practices, disciplining what we consume internally to support a healthier lifestyle. She’d began to feel whole again and continued to pray and be a blessing to others. The superfly supportive mystical woman had so many hidden talents that she loved and enjoys. If you paid close attention you’d find her singing a melody while washing the dishes, or gazing into the sunshine. When she’d hear a combination of words coming from a beautiful voice flowing alongside the beats, the connection to her soul was immediate as she would begin dancing no matter where she was. In every journal she has you’ll find a plethora of letters and poems that you know are personal yet so powerful, truly breathtaking. If welcomed into her home you’d quickly notice all of the colors and configuration that is made up of the design and decor of her soul.
By Jocelyn Joe4 years ago in Humans
Shoehorned Update
Good morning, everyone! At least, that's what it is here. 12:49 in the MORNING, to be exact. Look forward to the witching hour, as I await my coffee brew and opened up Premiere Pro to put in some smooth hours into my movie, editing, editing, editing.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Humans
Endings are necessary for growth
Amidst a riotous cacophony of emotions, of distress and tentativeness, I reach deep into my soul to find the strength to end yet another chapter in my book of life, and prepare to embark on a new journey. It is truly hard, upending oneself from years of comfortable repose, ease and a false sense of security.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Humans
500 Words or Less
I can love myself in 500 words. I love that I’m strong all by myself and that I don’t need anybody else to anchor me, to make me feel grounded. While the world bows down to the chaos of luscious hair, hourglass bodies, growing riches and standing taller than everybody else who walks by them, I smile at my reflection in the mirror even on the nights I look like what someone else might call a total mess of despair, a lost cause. I’m satisfied with my thin lips, my lack of abs, and my chipped fingernails, even more so because I know the journey it took to get here and I can recall how I used to see myself. I love that I’m not victim to trends that force our mindset into molds that don’t let us thrive, and that I praise my identity as the blessing that it is.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Humans
What Happens to Teacher's Pets When They Grow Up?
I was a teacher’s pet in school. From elementary school all the way to high school, I was the student you could count on to always show up to class on time, to always get the assignment done on time, and to always follow the rules.
By Shamona Pretz4 years ago in Humans
