Wild Ride

I must say this has been a wild ride. 


Just as “Wife of a Master” is my first book, this is my first blog.  As per my character, I don’t follow the protocol to research what people want. Although I understand the value of metadata and shit, what the hell do I care what the current trend is?  It will be replaced in the twitch of an eye and it’s always a derivative, dilution or reconstruction of things done millions of times before.  It’s the veneer baby, the package. I get it, it needs to sell. But this is a "tell it like it is" memoir, I won’t reconstruct my life for the sake of sensational sales. Maybe

the next book. 


I’ve yet to have reviews and backlash. I’m waiting. It will be a good test for my ego. Perhaps I will learn something new. I hope so. I deliberately put myself, “out there” to propel myself towards the goal of vulnerability. A requisite to create powerful art. I need to jar myself into believing that there are others that will resonate with this story of overcoming repression. Those relationships will provide a validation that my life will welcome with open arms. I believe this blog might be a documentation of that process.


Having lived a very isolated existence for the past two decades, this idea of reaching out to strangers  electronically is foreign. Reaching out at all for that matter.  A sense of safety exists in knowing I will not have to hold your hand, brush your hair or pick up groceries for you. Yet, a part of me still wants to, as I believe a missing link for humanity is found in those intimate tactile moments.


I’ve never been attracted to lengthily discussions that circle and fail to fill the heart, but aggrandize the ego. I’m an action figure type woman seeking progress and solutions. The self-surveys I offer on this site are part of that propulsion. 


Somehow let’s have an inspiring, enriching relationship as we share honest, pragmatic and deeply emotional topics. This can be the therapy that you can’t afford or are too ashamed to seek publicly. Let’s finish this year seeking truth and support together. I look forward to meeting you one by one, slowly over time until we build an oasis for your betterment, creativity and a safe place for your life to flow with more joy and abundance.

#ego #abundance #vulnerable #validation #isolated #reachout #self-survey #inpsire # honesty #emotional #therapy #creatvity #joy 

Deeper Please

I'll be the first one to admit that too much self-reflection is just as bad as none at all. But there I went again regardless. It was clear that as soon as I completed my memoir, Wife of a Master, that new doors pf perception were opening. As a women who enjoys strategic process, I continued to clarify tactics that were outlined in the memoir. I felt they needed greater, more exacting expression. So I went deeper.  
I would battle daily with what seemed like schizophrenic conversations. Scolding myself and then no sooner did the tea boil, I was patting myself on the back.  It was an amazing journey that began to acknowledge the circling and often random thoughts that percolated in my mind daily. All those millions of moments wasted on the past, or worrying about the future never allowed me to be totally present.  I was missing my own life. 
So, my second book ensued. How to Master Your Mental Monkey. Or more precisely, How to Master Your Internal Dialogue.  This skill is a the A of the ABC'S of self realization. Nothing marvelous will occur without it. Proper mental balance and clear intention yield pure manifestation. 
I will be posting it soon on Amazon.  Grab a copy and grab your destiny.  
#self-reflection #mastery #process #manifestation #skill #destiny #self-help #strategy #memoir #expression #journey #love   


I've been called impossible. Thank God or I fear the stars in my eyes would fade. Perhaps it is the battle between my inner and outer life that's the culprit. The struggle to harmonize the mind, bod and spirit. Fortunately, time yields wisdom, and a slow polishing of the egos stubborn stains.
The connection between beauty and ego shouldn't exist, but it does with ferocity. When you are born with physical beauty, much like being born white in America, you are immediately privileged. You never wait in line to get into the club. Your natural light unwittingly cast shadows all around you. Aggrandized by the constant hungry gaping of the opposite sex your ego soars. It becomes your norm. It is expected.
Then your skin withers, your confidence wanes and no heads turn when you walk into a room. Damn, it's like a kick in the teeth with a metal toed boot. This is when the metamorphosis to refine your inner beauty begins. It is literally like being reborn. Just as terrifying and unwelcoming. 
 To be continued...
#connection #purpose #innerbeauty #sex #metamorphosis #transformation #ego #confidence #
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