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My First Yoga Class Intrigued, I sat down in the third row next to one of the high school teacher, sitting just as transfixed and bewildered as I was. I asked her, “What are they doing?” To which she replied, “Yoga.” I thought to myself, “Oh, this is Yoga!” For years, I had gathered fragmented … More My First Yoga Class

Forgive them for not knowing how to love, for not knowing how to customize their love and see you. Forgive them for the ways they hurt you in an attempt to shrink you, forgive them for throwing you away when you didn’t make yourself easily digestible. You are safe, you are connected and growing. You … More Dear My Inner Child,

Children grow like sunflowers. And it is not a surprise when they outgrow their brand new clothes, sometimes within weeks! Parents spend a lot of money on their clothes and accessories, only to have to give them away because the kids outgrow them in a very short span of time. The practical way to go … More Shopping for Growing Kids

You indoctrinated my people with mental shackles.Black Gastopos- keeping us in line. These sleeper cells say, wrong rhetoric wrong clothes wrong ambitions wrong culture  assimilate nigger who told you to do better who told you to think more who told you not to swallow whole portions of a shattered culture. Who taught you love? drown … More “White” Nigger

When I first found you, both of your wings were broken. Spread out and lifeless as if you were crucified to the ground, I could tell you were hurt.   Lost and neglected Gasping for air, You seemed helpless I knew I could help you.   With love and enough time, you could soar again. … More I’ve Come to Release You.

Benjamin and I have been meditating since he was 3 months. The Dalai Lama says “If every 8 year old in the world is taught meditation, we will eliminate violence from the world within one generation.” I wanted to impart stillness onto Benjamin much earlier than that. I want him to understand: The beginning of … More Meditating with Benjamin

Sometimes I feel like a ghost, haunted by an unfilled past and trapped in the present. Using the roadmaps of today but taking the footsteps of yesterday. A reming ectoplasm encased in flash When I see how much has changed in the world, soul tells my vessel To remember… my soul tell my vessel remain … More A Ghost

If I were taught not to value myself, I wouldn’t know how to value others. I would be angry and hurt because I was fighting an internal battle of self. I would inflict physical and emotional pain on to others as a misguided attempt to understand my own pain.  I would develop a complex seeking … More How would I behave if society indoctrinated me to believe that I was nothing and a nobody; that this is how the world views me?

I awoke to a sea of texting messages from friends and family wishing me a “Happy Father’s Day”. A few went as far to say “Happy Fathers Day, hope this day brings you (the most of your) joy and happiness.” Overwhelmed, all I could do was weep because my son was not with me. I … More Happy Father’s Day- “Where’s your Son?”