.::Random Thoughts On Detachment::.

I'm striving for detachment. That doesn't mean I disconnect myself from the world and those in it. As a Mother of Civilization, how could I possibly? What it does mean, is that I do not let the things of the world effect me to the point I am burdened and I lower my vibration. It means that I focus on freeing my being. Detachment frees the self.

"Seasonal People"

What are seasons?
Seasons: 1. a. One of the four natural divisions of the year, spring, summer, fall, and winter, in the North and South Temperate zones. Each season, beginning astronomically at an equinox or solstice, is characterized by specific meteorological or climatic conditions.b. The two divisions of the year, rainy and dry, in some tropical regions.2. A recurrent period characterized by certain occurrences, occupations, festivities, or crops: the holiday season; tomato season.3. A suitable, natural, or convenient time: a season for merriment.4. A period of time

You're a Web

You're a web...

Real Men Don't Cry... Or Do They?

"Emotions make good servants, but poor masters"

From an early age, young, black men are taught not to show--or to even have--emotions. They're taught that any sign of emotion is weak. Tears are weak, affection is weak, feeling pain is weak...

My Thoughts: Moments & Memories

Once a moment is gone... It is but a memory... It is a moment we've captured and frozen within our minds, and we bring back to life through our imaginations... But over the course of time, it begins to slip away... Decay and lose its luster... Piece by piece... Until the memory is no longer a bright, vivid picture... Its an old, worn, faded photograph that we squint at, as the details become more and more faint... We cling to it, yet it escapes our hands like tightly clenched sand...

The Ugly Truth About Abuse

I felt myself be pushed, hard, onto the bed... I felt his hands wrap around my throat... I heard my voice, but it didn't sound like my voice... I heard it tell him to stop... I hardly recognized my own voice. It sounded so small, so raspy from the lack of air coming into my throat... I didn't even fight him... I couldn't fight him... It was as if I had lost all control of my body... And all I could think was, "Why?" I felt no pain... It was dream-like... Surreal... I noticed how horrible he looked, as he looked down at me... I felt myself slip into unconsciousness............................ When I woke up, I was alone on the bed. My throat hurt, I felt light headed. I couldn't even think clearly...

What is Marriage?

What is marriage and who defines it? The American Heritage dictionary defines it as: 1.a. The state of being husband and wife; wedlock. b. The legal union of a man and woman as husband and wife. 2. The act of marrying or the ceremony of being married; a wedding. 3. Any close union: a true marriage of minds. 4. The combination of the king and queen of the same suit , as in pinochle. [Middle English mariage, from Old French, from marier, to marry]. The Oxford Etymology dictionary defines "marry" as: to join in or enter into wedlock. It defines "wedlock" as: marriage vow OE.; union ofman and woman as husband and wife. XIII. Late OE welac, f. we pledge, wed+-lac -lock. So, if we look at this, marriage is a union. It is pledge between two people who wish to commit themselves to one another....