Last night was the fourth consecutive and largest super moon. 🌕 Although she was her closest to the Earth, her brightness was masked by the cloudy snow filled skies of the Columbus, Ohio skyline. 🌨 However, her energetic effects could not be unfelt. ✨ The vibration snuck deep into the depths of my being pulling at my very core that has been muddled by my own confusion. 🧠 I spent hours with my newest discovered resource, writing. 📝 It makes no matter what I will do with these creations, just knowing that mid can of sparkling bubly lime water, I found myself dancing while I typed, and a smile drew itself across my face. 😁 My full moon ritual also involved California White Sage incense, candles, dog pets, and a disrupted sleep schedule; what about yours❓
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This #fullmoon is asking you to get clear. Tonight we have a Full Moon at 0°42’ Virgo. 0 degrees is round, no ending or beginnings. It has limited possibilities. A Universal clear canvas for all creation. This full moon has us seeing our potential and life's possibilities in an expansive way. Anything is indeed possible with a clear vision, organization and roadmap and room to allow the energy for new arrivals. Full Moons ask us to release what does not serve us - this full moon specifically is asking us release false truths and limiting beliefs that cloud our possibilities and vision for our full potential. We are being asked to calm our fears and organize our thoughts to have a rationalized approach to embrace how beautiful and possible all the potential that lives within us can materialize and come forth.
Acknowledge your fears and resistance, and work with them to formalize a plan of possibilities - actualizing the reality. •
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I will not work until I retire to only THEN begin living. 👵🏼.
You will not be congratulating me for accepting a “real” job that gives me weekends off, a 401k, and full benefits. 💼.
I will not be waiting for 5 pm every Friday, the weekend, or summer. ⏰🙏🏻🏖.
I’ll take living right NOW.💃🏽.
You will be proud of me for owning my own business that gives me all of the time off that I want, a 401k (account balance in my bank every year 😎), and full benefits of happiness, alignment, and wellness. 💎.
I will be waiting for the sun to rise to do my meditation, my tea to steep, and my mind to wake before my day begins. 🍵.
I will be in a place of wealth. Wealth not of money, but of satisfaction and that weighs heavier on the heart than pieces of paper. .
He put her through hell. He hurt her, more deeply than anyone knew. He broke her spirit, forced her to become a pliant porcelain princess. But that wasn't her. She was no goddamn doll. She wasn't made to be silent and stationary; she was loud and brash and full of life and passionate fury. .🌸.
She changed herself for him, made herself small and obedient, out of fear of abandonment. Yet after it all, he grew bored, and threw away that porcelain doll. So she returned from the hell he put her through with a heart of ice, and a promise to never let anyone close again. How could she, after everything she endured for love last time?
And so, she changed once more. She became cold and uncaring, pessimistic and brash. She was an ice queen, her heart splintered and fractured. No matter what she tried, the spark for adventure still burnt inside her, a bright ember unaffected by her cold. Her heart had been splintered and fractured, but that spark in her soul would thaw her and mend that aching heart. One day.
“In nature, a flock will attack any bird that is more colorful than the others because being different is seen as a threat.” We all are birds. Birds who all are the same and different, at the same time. We have the same wings, beaks, with the same red blood running through with the same things to see and eat but where we differ is how we, and if we allow others, to define us. It’s the name that defines us. I am Kishan, just another bird. Just like you.
I got admission in Jamia. I was very excited. One of my friend was visiting me and I wanted to show him around campus. We decided to get a cup of coffee from the central canteen. We were patiently waiting in line for our turn when a couple of boys behind us started murmuring about the way my friend dressed and his behaviour. I was hurt the way they treated my friend. I wanted to change this response and reaction for so many people like my friend. That’s where the journey as a whole started of Jamia Queer Collective.
It was not easy. It’s not easy to ignore the insults and the mockery thrown at my way. They would stare and laugh when I would wear women's clothes. It was horrible. Almost brutal.
I want to bring a change in the community that I live in and then, definitely, wish to expand it for a more inclusive community. Written by: Zainab Faiz @z_dunder_head#storiesofjamia#jamiaqueercollective#soj#letspainttheworldcolorful#prideweekproudweek#jqc#story#writersofinstagram#write#writerscommunity#writersblock#writersonig#writers_den_#writers#wordsofwisdom#wordporn#queer#lgbt PS: that’s Kiki’s favourite picture.
Just doing some reflecting and wanted to share some things with you.
I had never lived outside of home before. I took an opportunity recently to move to Zanzibar for 2 months to see how I would cope.
Anything and everything that you could possibly imagine happened to me on the island. I’m not going to list them here, but you can take your wildest guesses.
Before leaving, my friendship with my closest friends in Nairobi were shakey. Most broke because I put myself first and they didn’t like it, most because of ego and most just because. Life happens. Shit happens.
Not even my first week there, and Nairobi goes through another terrorist attack where I lost a friend, while I’m sitting in paradise feeling feelings I’ve never felt before with no one to talk to. So I sat with myself and dealt with it all.
Strangers became my friends. And were there for me whenever I needed. And my friends back home became strangers. Only a select few remain in my circle and I am so grateful for you guys.
My life on the island may have seemed all glittery and glamorous online but it was nothing of the sort.
My last week on the island was hell on Earth. A friend of mine drowned and died right in front of me. The whole ordeal still feels surreal and has taken a toll on me and those who were with me.
I’m back in Nairobi but sick as a dog and would appreciate space and no questions. Just support and good conversations.
I always tell people that I love a challenge but I’m genuinely sick and tired of having challenges thrown my way day in day out.
The last thing I wasn’t to be told is to be strong, because that’s all I have ever been. Allow me to fall to my knees for once and say I am sick of life. I am tired.
I don’t often ask for this, but if you pray, meditate, believe in manifestation, believe in energies or anything... Please say a prayer for me.
This isn’t a cry for help. I am aware of where I am and who I am. This is just Sadia saying I can’t do this alone anymore.