S'vaani, My Sun Baby - A Haiku For You

This started out as a haiku

5-7-5 in prose did not amount to

the way my life changed

when i met

you

My sweet baby of the sun

You chose me

I wasn't ready

Then you took what was left of my heart.

The divine connection that was inevitable

You thrived through my anger

You were delivered in my weakness

U loved me anyway.

There was a special light about

you

A complicated misunderstanding about

you

Yet a simplicity about

you

U dotted our Ts and crossed our i's.

I am your moon.

I help you twinkle.

We are who we are, yet we are each other.

I love that.

llp

Haiku 714

Poured your light on me

It was a really good day

Now the sun has set

U Ever Feel Like Ike? Skip The Xanax, Get A Facial!

Peace. Love.

Thats truly what Im all about. But for the past week, I have been feeling like Ike. U know what I mean?? When NOTHING at all goes the way you planned it? I mean, did pass a very important board exam on Monday. But after that? BLAH. The week was shot to hell, and thats no exaggeration. Oh, u dont know what I mean when I say I felt like Ike? Here. I'll show you.

Yep. Thats the sentiment.

Well, after a long week of hardcoreness with the babies, with the man, with the family, with the bills, with my own internal stuff, with the landlord, with the car, and with anything else that presented itself in my cypher, I was just through. I was so done that when I was told by my bestie and fellow healer homie to come and get a facial, I felt like it was more of a chore than an actual treat. On top of that, a cold caught me at weakness and decided to try and take me out, so Im floating on minimal sleep and head congestion. Ugh.

While last night's rest was a total bust, I dreaded waking up so early this morning just to get my face cleaned. Mind you- I haven't had a facial in many moons. So I roll out of bed, and I was so hardcore, I decided, Im not even gonna wash my face. Whats the point?? Im getting a facial. Yes yall. THATS how hardcore I was feeling.

So I walk into the space. Check in. Fill out forms. Yada yada yada. Still feeling like blah. I change into the robe, tie my hair back, take a deep breath, and lay on the table. Low and behold, I was so not ready for the amount of relaxation that was about to go down! I was so impressed!! Before I knew it, my breathing slowed, and by the time an hour had gone by, I was wishing for even a half a second more!! As I lay there and had all of the focus put on one general area, my entire body released and a calm dominated. I felt like I had popped a Xanax! LOL

I never imagined that something as simple as a deep cleansing could make me feel so at ease and delightful. But I know that it also had a lot to do with the energy that is passed on through touch. Here I am, 45 mins after my session.. My skin is glowing and I feel lovely. I have a renewed invigoration and it was EXACTLY what I needed after such a tough week. A little "me time" and some attention to my body and soul.

Sometimes as a healer, I get so overwhelmed with my own thing that I forget to give credit to the other modalities that are definitely useful in overall wellness and healing. I am so GREAT-FULL for my experience this morning, and for the reminder that peace and love is all around us and sometimes we- even healers- have to take a moment and recognize it when the obvious gets a little cloudy.

My glass house and I just kissed the mirror. I dont plan to wipe the lipstick off the glass.

I Know Why I Love Me..

N'dea Davenport. Mmm mmm mmm. Hardcore vocals. I absolutely love this song and I cant get enough of the lyrics.

Now as if that were not hardcore enough, my mind goes a step further. N'Dea's voice made me think of the fact that we are ALL talented in that way... Maybe we cant blow sharks out the water with a tremendous voice, but we are all good at something. Nurturing our beautiful talents will perfect them.

This society we live in does not really promote that.. It basically promotes capital. But how lovely would it be to live in a world where everyone was aware of the fact that they are beautiful, talented, and truly good at what they do (even if they are not paid in the shade with a glass of lemonade..), and that a person's wealth and talent is not solely based on the amount of money they make for that "skill"? Well, I know the things that I am good at. And I pursue them. I also nurture those things in my baby girls.

My glass house, and its jammin hardcore.

Chili On A Fall Day..

Generally speaking, my weekend mornings are very calm, easy, and reflective. I look forward to my early Saturday and Sunday mornings, sipping my tea or maybe coffee, and listening to that crackle sound of my favorite vinyl album on the record player. My weekend starts that way pretty much every week.

Im sitting here now, listening to the beautiful Miss Lela James' raspy wild sound, not on vinyl, (she isnt vintage enough, LOL) and was thinking of what to blog about. I figured, hmm.. I'll just share what Im doing right now... Im about to make my Vegetarian Black Bean Chili. The fall air smells perfect for it today.

A little history on my cooking experience. I dont. I cant.

Well. I coined that years ago when I first got married. Young. My idea of cooking back then was this:

And we killed ready-made everything. Those ready made pasta packets, the whole nine.

Obviously, my take on nourishing myself and my family is a little different now. And I realized that I have been so used to saying "Im no good in the kitchen" and "Well, I dont cook all that well.." that I lie. Bigtime. Now.. My father, he was a chef. My mother cooks hardcore mama's cookin style. Im no comparison. But. I find that there are certain things that I can cook that come out pretty tasty... I never really give myself credit for them, bc its just following recipes, right?? Nope. Ive tracked my

improvement and progress.

Since choosing a vegetarian lifestyle about 5 years ago, my mind, eyes, and taste buds have been introduced to so many different things that I would never have otherwise introduced into my diet. One of my absolute favorite things to make now, every year around the fall and winter seasons-- is chili. I hated chili as a kid.

So I thought I'd share the recipe with my readers today.. I know, nice of me huh.. This chili is very low in fat, sodium, and calories. Oh yea, wanna know what I meant when I said "Ive tracked my improvement and progress"?? Im not a fan of canned anything. This recipe calls for canned black beans. Progress--> I usually just prepare plain ol black beans the old fashioned way, soaking and boiling... Progress--> And the tomatoes I usually chop myself. Well-- Tiny confession: There is a new "fire roasted" diced tomato and Ive used that.-- But USUALLY I dice my own. Same thing with the peppers. I would say it comes out pretty dang good, whether u crock pot-it or use a big chili pot... So I guess Im a lil som'n in the kitchen. Im gonna coin THAT now. LOL

My glass house, and the kitchen is smokin.

Vegetarian Black Bean Chili

8 servings

2 Large Onions (I use red..)

1 Large Green Sweet Bell Pepper, seeded and chopped

2 cloves of garlic, minced (I grate mine..) <--PROGRESS baby yea!!

3- 15oz cans of black beans, rinsed and drained (I use fresh)

3 cups of water

1- 28oz can of crushed tomatoes (I use fresh)

1- 4oz can of diced green chile peppers (I use fresh)

1 tbs dried oregano

1 tsp of ground cumin ( I LOVE cumin)

1 tsp paprika

1/2 tsp kosher or sea salt

1/4 tsp cayenne pepper

optional sour cream, cheese, chopped green onion

ONE-- Coat 5-6qt dutch oven w nonstick cooking spray, heat over medium heat. Add onions, sweet pepper, and garlic. Cook until tender.

TWO-- Stir in beans, water, tomatoes, chile peppers, oregano, cumin, paprika, salt, and cayenne pepper. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat. Simmer, covered for 20 mins.

Three-- Serve in bowls topped w sour cream, cheese, and green onion if desired.

*Dont say I never gave yall nothin.*

Potty Wars

Aight. Its so no secret that my Vaani is not potty trained. My free spirited way of living, parenting, and teaching has kept me from worrying about it all this time. I kinda viewed it this way-- The same way a woman goes into labor when her body and baby are aligned and ready, no matter how many times the Doc comes in to say, "Miss, its time.." the process will take place when its TIME. The same way, no matter how many times I say, "Baby, its time.." she will go potty when her mind and body is ready. Im now starting to doubt my theory on that one. She will be 3 in December!! Here's a little rant on my frustrations with that. Dont judge me, I can do what I want.

So Im a new mommy. A young mommy. 20 something, and I dont know anything. This is all trial and error and I spend more time researching than implementing. (I DO implement tho. Dont get me wrong now..) Im truly a work in progress.

I take all -- well MOST -- of the advice I get from my elders, and from my 3 to 5 children havin veterans. But here I was thinking I knew something, only to find out that Im in the middle of the ocean with no engine. (Oops, did I need that thingy too?).. Rrrrrrriiiggght.

Now here's my experience. Chloe Sage. Age 1. 2007.

Mommy: Clo Clo's a big girl... Lets go potty.

Chloe: Ok Mommy, potty time fun!!!

A week later, I was giving away a box of size 3 diapers n pull ups. No night accidents. I swear it was that easy.

Mommy: Clo Clo, lets stop nursing.

Chloe: I was done anyway.

No nighttime feedings. No nursing for comfort sometimes. It happened just like that.

Mommy: Clo Clo, on to sip cups ok??

Chloe: Why did we ever even use babas?

We just threw em out. Never looked back.

It was easy. A little too easy for a young inexperienced mom. I thought I was ALL THAT in the mommy department. I mean, I had weaned and potty trained in weeks. WEEKS. Not months! Taught me NOTHING! Well, except to look at other mommies with 3yos that were not potty trained like, "HA, what are YOU doin wrong?? Potty training is a piece of cake!" WRONG wrong wrong I was.

So here I am, looking in the mirror, as black as all the pots I called out a couple years ago. All my friends children going potty, and me, paying that extra $20 fee for babysitting with diaper changes.

I did learn something very interesting yesterday. I was listening to a radio show that reminded me to focus on the essence of my child. I looooooove my S'vaani, and I swoon over that baby till the cows come in. BUT. She wont go potty. Here is a glimpse of Vaani's way of life.

(Total wakeup call for me, btw..)

New experience. S'vaan, Age 2.5. 2010

Mommy: Vaani such a big girl.. No more bottles, ok?...

Vaani: I'll give up the bottle when I feel like it. And thats not today. Sorry ma.

Mommy: Vaanipooh, lets stop nursing...

Vaani: Not a chance. Especially if I get hungry at night. And what am I suppose to do when I need comfort?? Pull it out ma, and get over yourself.

Mommy: Vaani... POTTY TIMMMMME!!! Lets go potty.

Vaani: Naaa, thats aiight. Can u hand me my diaper?

Sigh. Whats a young mamacita to do?? I have read every book, tried every old wives trick, sat her on the potty every 20 minutes for the last 6 months of my life! I've even reasoned with her about "getting Dora all wet.." Im just outta ideas people.

So, my bloggin mommies, what has been your potty training experience?? Give me some suggestions!

My glass house, and someone just peed on the floor.

xoxox LLP

30 Days of Gratitude

Gratitude. Merriam Webster defines it as the QUALITY of being grateful or thankful. Well this certainly explains how gratitude can be so easily overlooked.

So one day, Im sitting at my laptop, right, and I take a look at my work associate turned friend Shelley's fb page. And there it was. She decided to implement for her life something she called "30 Days of Gratitude". A time to reflect and share the things in her cypher that she was appreciative of. How beautiful! Well. As I read her posts daily, something touched me in ways that I cant really comprehend completely enough to explain to u, readers. But what I did do, after that feeling, was wonder-- Why do we have to THINK about being grateful? Why is this no longer reactionary?? Then it dawns on me. I need to get that back. The only way to cultivate a QUALITY is to actually practice it right??

Well in my recent meditations, I have really thought hard about my life. Myself. My health. My children. My internal state. My external wealth of materials. I thought about the light that I have to offer and I thought about the light that has been shared and even reflected on me from others. And I think now, What has happened?? Where did my understanding and my soul go? How did I forget that these things are not promised, guaranteed, always necessary, or even always deserved?? They are not even always asked for, petitioned for, worked for... So why do I find myself sometimes behaving as if they are all of those things?? Am I grateful? Thankful? Am I a spoiled brat?? LOL

So, fast fwd to this weekend. The Feed the People drive. I wasnt able to attend as planned, but a few good friends of mine did. I was fed the experiences and I yearned for more. Was I grateful for what I have now that I hear about people who have less?

I have decided to embark on Shelley's 30 Days of Gratitude. Through my third eye of understanding I do not believe GRATITUDE is just a quality of thankfulness. Not just a passing "Thank you." For me, it is an essential practice for happiness and fulfillment. It humbles the heart. You give it. You receive it. You affirm it. You treasure it. You inspire it. You think it. You unite with it. You deliver it. You EXPERIENCE it.

Get it?

So, while it would be best to start during my new moon- during regeneration and the beginning of a new cycle, I have decided to start today- a week early. I will be blogging daily about the things I am grateful for. During this time, I will also be living proof of my gratitude by trying to only eat raw living foods and juices. LadyLovelyPeace's glass house is being washed. U can watch if you wanna.

xoxox

What are you grateful for?

This DEST-In: Young Hot Mama Surprises Herself By Being Responsible!

Let me start like this. I would be banished from my sister circle if I disclosed the way we roll at our annual Big Girl Slumber Party. But I will say, the hostess definitely has the mostest. That is exactly why a few months ago, when she called to invite me on a mini vaycay in "early September" to Destin I was 120% on BOARD.

So fast forward to this week. For whatever reason, this week, the Sept 11th weekend is hardcore filled to the brim with activities!! I have 10 equally important events going on... Not to mention the fact that this marks week 3 of Chloe's pneumonia (which, by the way, is turning around pretty well now that I saw my herb doctor last week). But the phone rings anyway. All plans are in order... LadyHostest(with the)Mostest is ready to pull out this weekend. What is a mama to do??! Needless to say, my vaycay funds have definitely changed since I became a young hot mama of 2.. And my motto is always, "who's gonna mother the mother??" So imagine my want and need for a little R&R and grown up queen love. But here is what I did.

I GREW UP this morning!! Who knew!!? I was so shocked to hear myself tell my girls, "na, yall go on ahead without me this time, I have too much happening on my end this weekend..." HA! Now I know for sure that what I am really feeling in my heart manifests itself in my actions. Because, while I made every plan and excuse, and as my clothes were thrown into my favorite weekend bag, I knew this was just not a good weekend even for the most relaxing and inexpensive trip with the girls. I have much responsibility here with my children (who are still very small) and not to mention a few other obligations - like the Feed The People drive this Sunday, for which I signed up as a volunteer to make sandwiches and care packages for the homeless and ones in need. Today Im filled with gratitude that I have the strength and motivation to be a good, unselfish mommy, a responsible businesswoman, and a reliable friend to my people and my community. I have faith that my mothering will come.

So there u have it, LadyLovelyPeace's glass house. Look at all the cracked ornaments. LOL

Clean Up This MESS!

Dont panic! Put the phone down, tell Hoarders and Clean House they can head back to the studio, it has not gotten this bad... But... I'm reading a book that basically goes into the science of how clutter and messiness makes it impossible to think straight, and be positive. Its reminds me of what my mamma used to say, "Messy room? Messy life." This is proven so very true for me! For the past few weeks, I have really neglected my usually decently cleaned room, so that it is now A MESS! Your bedroom should be your haven, your sanctuary. Now, my room happens to have become be the meeting place for everyone, so there is a piece of every part of the house in there. Well here is what I realized today.

Looking back on the past few weeks, I have not been as positive as my normal self. I've even been feeling a bit of action-induced road rage in the past few weeks while driving (yelling with my head out the window while giving the finger counts as action, right?). I have been much more frustrated than I normally am and Im not feeling it!! You know what will be the answer to my blues??? TO CLEAN MY ROOM! So tonight, (after I finish this post of course), I plan to reorganize my space, declutter my room, which will in turn-- DECLUTTER MY MIND. No more road rage. No more loud talk. Time to take my serenity back.

Sometimes when u look into my glass house, its a mess. Eventually I clean it up. I've let u in anyway.

My Long Awaited Prince

I have 2 baby girls, and never imagined I would have even one child. I am thrilled to be a part of who they are now and what they will soon become. But truth be told... With both babygirls I was very disappointed to find that I wouldn't be carrying a son. Disappointed is the wrong word. I was heartbroken.

Sounds dramatic huh? Well not as dramatic as my "Guess What She's Having" party that my sister threw for me back in 2007. There I was, 7 months pregnant. One of my best girlfriends gave me an ultrasound at her office and swore herself to secrecy. She knew the essence of the energy inside of me and she kept it to herself. We had the party, donned everyone with a nametag on which they stated a name to indicate what their guess was.. Everyone thought "boy. boy. BOY!" And the nametags ranged from Jason to Mahatu. So as we were opening gifts for the mommy to be-- me.. The last gift was the bear with the gender inside it. I open it up with so much excitemeeeennnnttt!!! Then burst into tears in the most awkward moment in weird party energy history! It was awful! As everyone enjoyed fine deserts and wine, champagne, and sparkling water, I sat in my tears with 5 people trying to comfort me, holding a box of tissues. I just knew I was having a boy.. I mean, my skin looked beautiful. I gained a total of 9 lbs thru the entire pregnancy, so during that time i must've put on about 3 or so...i craved sweets and cake.. not pickles and salt like my first pregnancy... Sigh. S'vaan had another plan. (S'vaan by the way was the name I chose for my son.. But decided to name my babygirl after taking one look at her..)

Well here I am, 2 years later and 5 days late. No sign of my period in sight. Of course, I know now is not reeeeaaallly the perfect "time" to plan children for my personal circumstances.. But my son, I gotta have him. Smell him. See him. I envision my little cool revolutionary daddy being the sweetest, calmest little boy. He will love his mommy, protect his sisters and help his daddy. Its so real, I can feel it. And if I wait any longer, I will have a baby high school aged and an elementary school aged baby. I don't want that at all.

So i run to my local grocery store. Buy an early result test and in eager expectation, pee on the stick.. To find that I may or may not have another shot at meeting my Prince.

The result?? Guess you'll have to follow my new posts and continue to peek in my glass house to find out. ;)

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My Whole Life is Great!.. I Can Do Anything Good!

I got an email last week, and it was right on time. I have been trying to put into words my parenting style of choice, and I definitely wanted to blog about it. But I just couldn't quite find the RIGHT words.

Well in this email, there was a quote. Simple. Something that is not so "deep". Not so "profound". Words I've heard before.

"Your children get only one childhood-- Let them enjoy it in their own way."

Hm. That summed it up for me. My parenting steeez is a lot less conventional, I know. I mean, I use words like "steeez" right? But as an artist, I recognize the need to allow my children to be themselves and embrace the things that come naturally to them. The things that feel good and "right" to them- before society's standards and rules embed their minds causing them to follow the majority as opposed to individuality. To deny what they love and are drawn to for fear of being negatively labeled "weird" or "different" when in actuality it is our individual gifts of difference that add to the beauty of this life we live.

I try to allow them to think things through, and my how surprising it is when they dont do too bad... It helps me to see that there is more than one way to accomplish something, and there is room for others' ideas, so to be mindful of thinking someone's thoughts are "insignificant" bc of their age or level of experience. Children are just as quick to follow our positive examples as our negative ones. If we cultivate good things within ourselves, our children pick up on this, and they are learning as well. And how lovely it is when you see their growth through your own...

The point I am making is, in doing the best that I can, for myself which in turn has its highest benefit to my babies, and remembering (as Lisa C. put it) that I am not perfect, and they are not perfect, we can all be ourselves and feel just like Jessica says below:

I LOVE MY LIFE!

There u have it, its my glass house and I'm naked in the window.

Cookin Exotic With All My Exoticness!

So anyone who knows me, knows that I have no place in the kitchen... Back in my heyday I could really foul up some Jiffy on any given attempt! When I got married, young... I decided my poor, sweet husband needed some good home cooked meals without having to drive all that way across town to either my mother or his mama's house. So I enrolled in small cooking classes, watched some demos, even employed some of my best buds to come teach me their favorite recipes. All to no avail. Everyone wasted time bc to this day, altho I have gotten a little better for the sake of the babies, I am still known to burn toast, and boil water wrong.

Needless to say, a few weeks ago I felt COMPLETELY inadequate and out of place during the cooking demo at Excumama and NaturiBeauty's With Mom In Mind. As a makeup artist and lover of all things fabulous, I was more concerned with the way her glam slam energy filled that kitchen and the end result-- VOILA! A glam meal set for Queens! It was a done deal in my head... I have to make this meal at home and eat like a Queen.. and my babies cant have any, bc its only for the Queen.. And I'll have it with wine bc I love wine and thats what Queens do- Whatever we want. In a fabulous way. As soon as my brochure (recipes from that event were enclosed) came in the mail, I sought out to get the ingredients at my local farmers mkt. Got my wine. I was good to go.

All the while, I knew I was gonna screw it up. But I didnt care. She was just too fabulous and Im fabulous and I was gonna make my Queen meal anyway! LOL Imagine my surprise when all that paying attention and following the directions to the letter paid off!!! The kitchen was a horrendous mess... but my mealll...... babaaaaayyy... it was slammin! And fit for any Queen!! I made Greek Pesto Swordfish Skewers, Cous Cous with Currants and Feta, and a Mandarin Cardamom Trifle. It was delicious!! I had it with my favorite Riesling, and it was a done deal. I did feel kinda bad about giving the little Princesses PB&J for dinner tho... Oh c'mon son!!! They asked for it! I just didnt put up the fight with them! Whats an exotic Queen to do?!

There u have it, glass house with open doors, the kitchen was hottt, the babies were fed, and LLP passed out full of exotic loveliness. And wine. Dont judge me. ;)

xoxox LLP

Siggghhhh... I Think He Might Be Addicted To Me...

Here we are. Its been 9 years. 11 total. And I feel like I've known him forever, plus 1 day. We married relatively young... And here we are looking each other in the face. I cant say its been a walk in the park, especially more recently. Do you know what this man says to me after this 9 years of matrimony?? I'll tell u what this, this, MAN had the audacity to say to me.

He says:

Im addicted to you, Chante'.

Im addicted to my woman, and I cant lie.

I can't get her off my mind, so I dont try.

You see, Im addicted, because in her womb, she carried my seed.

And to have her by my side is all that I need.

Im addicted to your smell, your touch, your taste, and I cant get enough of that tresure between your legs that's right below your waist.

Im addicted.

And to other men, your body's gonna always be restricted.

And to the man that tries to violate this rule, to that man, serious pain will be inflicted.

Don't make me get wicked.

I told you when I started this poem that Im addicted.

Just one thought of you, Chante' and my spirits are lifted.

Im addicted when you're being rude.

Im addicted to your sassy ways.

Im addicted to your attitude, babe.

Im even addicted on your moody days.

Yes, Im addicted.

And I guess you can call me a fiend, but you see, Im not hooked on dope, Im hooked on my Queen.

And I dont mind being her King.

'Cause as far as Im concerned, she's my everything.

And to keep her near, I'll do anything.

Thats why I saved that money, and bought that big, old, pretty wedding ring.

You see, me and her together, we make one heck of a team.

I mean, Im the cornbread, she's the beans.

She's the peaches, I'm the cream.

Hell, I'll be the yo-yo, as long as she's on the other end of the string.

I guess what I was trying to say was that Im hooked to the extreme.

Just the sound of her voice, the touch of her skin, it makes me wanna sing.

And I cant even sing.

But the words of this poem cannot express the joy she brings.

You see, if you've ever been addicted, then you cant comprehend what I mean.

Im addicted.

Can you believe he would say something so sweet?? :o So after a beautiful dinner (that he prepared) and plenty of wine, we fell asleep talking about the past, present, and future... All the good things. :)

My glass house. Exposed once again. I dont mind, sharing makes it that much more real.

xoxox Peace n 1ove...

How World Fitness Day Changed My Perspective

So there we were. Workin it OUT! And when I say workin it out, I say BILLY BLANKS! Hello.

So there we were. Workin it out. Sweat. Photo op. Sweat. Photo op. And while I was taking pics and mental notes and tweeting between kick backs, it dawns on me. Small people, big people, skinny, fat, men, women, children, elderly, moderately sized, mamma, grandpop, sistas, white, indian, asian, well known, not so popular-- everyone was there, doing the same thing. And it was no big deal.

World Fit changed my thinking on two things. 1: Its time to get my exercise plan back up and running. 2: I take myself too seriously sometimes.

It takes realization to promote change. This is especially true within ourselves. So when the thoughts came down on me during World Fit, I felt at peace. Its time. For the past few months I have been self neglecting in order to make sure everyone else is ok. Now it is time to get back on track. What happened to my daily run? I have a free gym membership that I dont use. Although I have not been gaining weight, (I've actually lost 10 lbs), does that mean that I should no longer take my personal resolves seriously? I was never a fan of overly processed foods high in additives, preservatives, and scientifically engineered "edible" crap. So why have I been chompin on chips and other snacks that I usually walk away from? While I havent gone completely nuts, (I still visit my local farmers mkt and health food store bi-weekly), I have definately let daily exercise slip my grips. Its time to replace my new-found laziness with productive and much needed MOVEMENT!

The second thing: I take myself way too seriously. I do. It is ok to take yourself seriously. Where else are you gonna get self assurance? But taking self TOO seriously? Thats a problem, and for me, it is a problem that prevented my embracing blogging. I journal, bc some things are personal, writing to release is my drug of choice. But BLOGGING?? That takes grammar, some type of "blogger etiquitte"... I mean people would be READING it after all! But looking around World Fit, taking pics, I noticed no one cared that they were on the big screen, they actually cheered it on! No one cared if they were short, tall, moderately sized, overweight, or skinny as skinny gets! The body builders didnt care. Grammas, children, women, men-- they didnt care. They were there to exercise, have a good time and support a good cause. I have certainly learned my lesson! I have to learn to say "Lady, its just not even that SERIOUS!" Life is lovely when you can embrace it with open arms!

So from now on, you will catch me, on my blog... grammatical errors and all (sometimes, anyway), sharing the contents of my glass house.

For now: Peace n Love (Pursue Peace n Loveliness...)

cs LadyLovelyPeace

Forgive Me Blogger, For I Have Sinned, It Has Been 512 Days Since My Last Post..

Well well well...

It has been a while since I last posted, although I have still been journaling... I should probably keep u all informed right??

Well since my last post over a year ago, I have gone through many transformations. Throughout this time, I am learning to love myself, my environment, and embrace the active forces around me that add to my light. Its a beautiful transformation but a tough journey.

During this new revolution, I plan to blog blog blog my life out! We shall see how it goes, I have so much to share with you! Welcome to my glass house where freedom is indeed peace, and I am loving every second of living up in this piece. :)


xoxox Peace n 1ove.. LadyLovelyPeace