ANIMA ANIMUS

I have been going through a lot of reflection lately, I have major changes knocking everywhere I turn and soul searching has proven to the easiest way to find answers. I am deeply concern about my consciousness to my connections with others.When my spirit has been wounded I have realized there is a blur from the beauty of each being around me.  So it’s a beautiful morning with the sun rays blasting through my window, I put my book down and cross my legs for a few minutes, am at meditative state, taking deep breathes, when I allow my mind to wander. I end up at a new contact I made on social media, a basketball player doing beautiful things in the world. I dive into thoughts of my first love.  Once upon a time, there lived a young girl who just joined high school. She found her first hiding corner during orientation day at the basketball court and it’s safe to say she spent 4 years on that sport. Pun intended. I was in love with every part of it, I wished for nothing but to o

The past 16 days have been thoughtful and fully in motion with my femininity.  The 16 days of activism against gender based violence wasn't only experienced in conversations, political lectures, social expressions of all forms and artistic strides to tell mine and others' stories.  It has also been an interrogation of my inner femininity and the reflection in that journey.  I ended it with a tedious day in town collecting art products for an event and a visit to my Great Confessor.  Whose femininity embodies spirituality in ways I hope to one day write about....not to a 20,000 viewed blog of this identity I take.  But books that shall assist other souls to heal and inspire others with comfort no doctor or drug am yet to meet has mastered.  Fingers crossed.  This blog started in my head as an Eureka during an alone moment in this beautiful morning to a question I have been asked so many times am starting to think it's my last name.  "Are you a man or a woman?&qu

The feminine in each comforts your soul.  Nature her. 

Some days, we are like toddlers begging on our knees. On others, we get on our feet and stamp every bugs around us. 

When did waking up become such a struggle, not the opening your eyes part.  The getting out of bed, heading off for the day.  Organizing your mind and emotions for a fruitful happy day.  Yet we still chase: money and sex hoping the morning get easier.  I long for a day we shall seek the peace and happiness instead of money and sex.

After the panel at story moja where we covered family in the context of queer parenting and parents of queer parents... Just to give imagery to this post I would like to throw a personal confession.  Life and work took a toll on me the previous two years and the past month I have managed to connect to a part of me that I lost touch with.  Dramatically speaking I lost myself to the burn out of activism, self destruction and the "spite" of persons I trusted.  Gladly the previous month has created a space of healing from both friends and strangers and malaria stopped by to remind me of self care on a biological, and not just spiritual level.  To borrow from some of the repairing conversations that I celebrate as a reason why I am feeling a rebirth and just had my perception of my universe altered.  He (My great confessor) is asked, 'What is greater than love?' "Communion, this that we are doing here, lovers and souls in a room sharing their themselves with each