Today is Wednesday. I've checked a few times so far. I have had a vision that gets brighter with every breathe... Monday, Tuesday Wednes... etc. I've been asking my best friends to pinch me more than usual lately. I'm not sure if I've mentioned that. Plus, I've been listening to some lyrical tracks: "Got the club going up, on a Tuesday..." This particular lyric reminds me of the 24-hour wonderland that I've grown so accustomed to. It stretches...
I've been manifesting my face off... To me, manifestation is all about aligning yourSelf with karma. And karma, to me, isn't good or bad - it's simply the most opportune way to live, because it's when you know you're right where you should be. So yeah... I guess you could say I've been meditating for a week. Amazing things have been occurring. Nothing I want to mention yet, not because I'm superstitious, just because I'm thick in the guts of a...
I read something earlier today about a fellow other's "creative process". While I appreciate the art this human produces, I couldn't help but get stuck on "creative process". To me, that sounds like a chore. The context it was used in, was something along the lines of, "Thank God I don't have to work a 9-5 because it would hinder my 'creative process'." To me, "creative process" sounds like a laborious task. It makes me really glad I don't have...
Namaste tribe collective Yesterday was another day of #poembomb ing the city. Such a small gesture is ideally turning heads to a few fresh wonders like, "poetry! i should go write some..."; "innovation! are they allowed to hang that there?; or "ha! look at these silly artists... they're always up to something..." Needless to say, this harmless emotion emulsion has been cheering me up for days in ways I haven't felt for a few months. So that's...
To cheer me up during a somewhat solemn period, I was blessed to have a companion accompany me yesterday to #poembomb New York City. This entailed copying some book pages and scampering around Manhattan to share some of the words that have held my bones together over the years. We swooped through subway stations; around the east and west village; down to Tribeca and back uptown. I've ranted in the past that being heard is more enticing than...