Cosmic Harmony

Imagine the universe as a grand symphony—the celestial bodies, the cosmic dust, the interstellar winds—all playing their part in an intricate composition. Each note resonates with purpose, and the conductor is the unseen force that orchestrates it all. In this cosmic harmony, we find divinity—the rhythm of existence itself. Sacred Geometry Look closely at the patterns that repeat across nature—the spirals of seashells, the petals of a flower, the branching of trees. These geometric forms hold secrets. They are the language of creation, the blueprint of reality. From the Fibonacci sequence to the golden ratio, they reveal the hand of … Continue reading Cosmic Harmony

“I feel ugly”

As a black woman, I have had many conversations with white women who seek to empathize with my experiences of racism by drawing parallels to their own struggles with beauty standards. One of the most common statements I hear is, “I feel ugly too.” While I understand that everyone has their own insecurities and struggles, this statement falls short in truly understanding the depth of what it means to be black in a racist society. When a white woman tells me she “feels ugly too,” she is attempting to equate her experiences of beauty standards with the systemic racism and … Continue reading “I feel ugly”

Why do some white people want to destroy indigenous so much?

The desire to destroy indigenous peoples is rooted in a long history of colonialism, racism, and the pursuit of power and resources. It is a deeply ingrained and systemic issue that cannot be boiled down to simple explanations. It is not just about living in peace with nature, being outside the capitalist system, or the freedom of their naked bodies. It is about the systematic dehumanization and marginalization of indigenous peoples in order to justify the theft of their lands and resources. The idea that indigenous peoples are somehow a threat to “civilized” society is a dangerous and false narrative … Continue reading Why do some white people want to destroy indigenous so much?

An impolite guest

Even if you use commas, put a period, and run away from suspension points, the rhythm of life will find its own cadence. Sooner or later, love will be impolite, a bold intruder that enters your life without asking for permission. It arrives unannounced, a tempest in the calm of your existence, disrupting the carefully constructed walls you’ve built around your heart. It doesn’t heed the rules of engagement, nor does it wait for the perfect moment to make its grand entrance. Love is impolite, an audacious guest at the banquet of your solitude. It disregards the formalities, sweeping you … Continue reading An impolite guest