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Rainy day in Kyoto

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El Jadida - Cisterne Portugaise, 16th Century

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Ocean

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" Abiqua Falls " // © Jake Guzman

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"The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness." ~John Muir

Starlit Wilderness Breeze @BreezeChai

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TOKYO, JAPAN

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“Goddess Work”

I hold worlds in my hands

like it’s light work

but it’s heavy.

Heavy like promises I kept

when I was bleeding.

Heavy like love I gave

when I was needing.

And still

I rise.

Still I pour.

Still I open doors

for people who forget

I have ones of my own

I’ve yet to walk through.

I mother, I mentor, I mend.

I love like the ocean

boundless,

but taken for granted

till the droughts come.

I give chance after chance,

turn my pain into plans,

build thrones out of scraps

and still kneel

when I should stand.

But no more.

I’m the fire,

the flight,

the full moon at night.

I’m soft wind and sharp tongue,

warrior and womb

don’t get it confused.

I carry myself like the goddess I am.

And you should too.

This body, this breath,

this soul deserves

adventure.

Deserves the plane ticket,

the passport stamp,

the dream life not just posted,

but lived.

I deserve mornings in Bali,

evenings in Ghana,

tea in temples,

kisses under foreign moons

because why not me?

I’m always showing up

when they don’t.

I’m hardest on myself

while they coast.

But I’m done

making myself small

to make others whole.

So this is the gospel of a goddess:

Give, yes

but keep some for your own garden.

Love, yes

but not at the cost of your glow.

Rise, always

but rest when needed.

Because taking care of others

doesn't mean

you forget you are divine too.

A walking miracle.

A living prayer.

A masterpiece in motion.

A goddess and that’s truth.

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OSAKA, JAPAN

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I ain’t your typical queen in pearls.

I’m the barefoot priestess, blessing these streets.

Hood roots, halo high. Divine with a twist.

Lip gloss shining like truth, sharp as a blade.

Call me chaos wrapped in calm.

I’m the storm they try to avoid

but need when life gets dry.

I rain wisdom.

Make deserts bloom.

Turn pain into power.

Drip holy oil like hustle.

I’m heavy with history.

Gold hoops. Gospel. Grief.

I speak to spirits while stirring the stew.

Ancestral hands grip my spine

and whisper strategy when the world gets loud.

Don’t test me.

There’s altar smoke in my breath.

Prayers in my pocket.

Rage that could resurrect the dead.

I’ve seen devils in Dior

and angels in Air Forces.

I walk like the moon watches me.

Like the sun reports back to the ancestors

every time I rise.

I’m a goddess.

Slick-tongued. Sanctified.

Crystals in my bra.

Scriptures carved in my scars.

Power in my hips.

Love so deep it could cleanse a wound

you forgot you had.

I birth legacies.

Not just babies.

I manifest empires out of EBT and faith.

I am what happens

when the hood remembers it is holy.

So bow when I pass—

Or don’t.

Either way,

you felt me.

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#FreeHer

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sometimes the softest parts of you hold the strongest magic.

your gentleness is not a weakness it's a spell, a storm, a sanctuary.

keep choosing softness in a world that tried to make you hard.

you are sacred. remember that.

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You deserve to be in environments that bring out the softness in you, not the survival In you.

Brene Brown