The layers and layers of self that have been pushed down/ignored for days, months, years, or decades. The noise that ever increases and turns into voices that seem to taunt you, are actually the stories of the pain that ails you.

It’s a time to reveal the depth of our death creating fear; the internal struggle of our weary minds, and the secret joys of our life manifesting hearts. If we do not, we face the same and the cyclical trauma get worse.

I once did not know that I was beautiful and thought it was arrogant to say it. I found my own beauty by understanding societal trends and cultural diversity. Once I understood that my size, color, lips and hair were, for some, a fad and a preference or even something to brag about, I decided I wanted to be more than a superficial concept...

I am m grateful for the voice of my body. Especially my little pinky toe who reminded me recently to come home to myself at an even deeper level. My call was for me to slow down and come to a deeper understanding of what I have become.