Goddess of Expression

As long as we are still on this Earth, we owe it to ourselves and those who are no longer with us to be GREAT! We owe it to our communities to be financially supportive. We owe it to ourselves and our ancestors to go back to our African spirituality. Yes, we are magical and they fear us. Our spirituality is so powerful even some of us fear to read into it.

What is happening and has been happening to us for years is heartbreaking and depressing. However, I’m using this to push myself even harder. My success in all areas in my life will make a difference.

We all are in this war together and we all have unique strengths to fight it together. I truly believe in us. Believing is what keeps me going. Believing is what keeps my spirit alive. Believing is what makes me think of solutions to beat these savages. Believing is what makes me love us more every single day. Believing is what keeps me sane.

Wrap It up

Hey beautiful Souls – It’s been awhile!  A lot has been going on in my life.  I needed some time to gather my thoughts and recharge (I will definitely write a separate “update” post). In the meantime, I wanted to share some photos from a photo shoot.  These images have been sitting in my computer since April!  Not cool Dom!

Photographer – Abe Eku │Dress – H&M│Jacket – Thrifted│Sneakers – Cole Haan│Headwrap – Street Vendor in Harlem

Finally When I look at You I see You No longer influenced Authentic True

Reflection – Dominique Sade.16

 

A Wombman Kind of Love

The initiation has begun.

Take me to your source, the spring of all beginnings,

where I fill my cup with moon light,

burning away my insecurities,

facing my demons and my angels,

explore all the shades, valleys, dimensions of my shadowland

rediscovering my personal rituals of self-love,

dispelling the myths of female inferiority.

The mirror is no longer a pool of rage, guilt, and self-denial,

I can reflect positive self-images,

being more than a reflection of my mother, children, or lovers.

I can breathe deeply now,

breathing in my joy, hope, faith, and patience,

becoming the nurturing mother of my wounds,

breathing in the energies of the nurturing moon.

The daughter of the moon awakens,

I become the wild full moon dancer,

who is free at long last,

to rediscover the ancient rituals of self-love.

The pathway to my heart is open now.

I can now sing songs of love,

celebrating the awakening of my deep feelings,

sensual needs and sexual self-satisfaction.

I take care of the woman of my sea,

filling my cup with the deep waters of my soul,

becoming the wise queen of the moon.

~Marcia Moonstar