A radiant Black woman stands tall in a glowing field of gladiolus at golden hour, draped in flowing golden and deep red fabric. Her eyes are closed, head tilted gently upward, as if listening to something older than time. Her natural hair rises like a crown of fire—wild, regal, unmistakably Leo. The August sky blazes behind her in streaks of molten orange and indigo, echoing both heat and harvest. Gladiolus blooms sway around her feet like witnesses. She stands in full presence, embodying the sacred tension of August—soft and fierce, still and ignited, a living altar of remembrance and becoming.

Awaken the Flame

Awaken the Flame Step Boldly into August with Radiance, Power and Purpose Before you read, take a deep breath. Let your body soften. Let this message meet you where you are. I wake up with fire in my chest. Not urgency—clarity. Not chaos—conviction. August is here, and I feel it. In my spine, in my skin, in the space around me. Something about this month always lights me up. It’s not just the heat or the Sun sitting in Leo. It’s the remembering. The way August carries both softness and strength. The way it calls me back to the core of who I am. This is the month I stop hiding. The month I say it out loud. The month I embody everything I whispered…

A dark brown woman walks barefoot across a golden desert at dusk, her flowy earth-toned dress lifted gently by the wind. The camera captures her from behind, mid-step, with each footprint behind her glowing faintly with unseen light. The horizon stretches wide and open, mountains casting long shadows, as the warm amber sky envelops the entire scene in a sense of reverence and quiet revelation. She moves forward without hesitation, her presence commanding and soft all at once. There is no rush—only rhythm. Her path doesn’t erase the past—it transforms it.

Releasing Insecurity

Releasing Insecurity Last week, I caught myself shrinking. Again. I was about to speak up—heart open, words ready—and suddenly, this familiar fog rolled in, as if to block the flow of thought within me, to prevent me from expressing something at work and with someone I care about. It didn’t come loud or chaotic. It came quietly, like a shadow sliding across my chest. The kind of doubt that doesn’t just question my idea—it questions my right to say it out loud. My body tensed. My voice softened. I adjusted my posture, my tone, my presence. And I didn’t say what I really wanted to say. In that moment, I recognized what was happening—insecurity moving through my space again. I asked myself if I invited…

A radiant Black woman sits in stillness, surrounded by fractured teal and gold mirrors that curve into a vortex behind her. Her eyes are closed, lips parted in soft release, and a glowing orange light burns in the center of her chest—alive, sacred, untouchable. Her teal gown billows around her like a wave of self-remembering. Though the mirrors around her reflect fragments, she remains whole.

Unmasking Spiritual Malpractice

Unmasking Spiritual Malpractice The Dark Side of Spirituality Spirituality is sacred to me. It’s where I go to remember who I am, to reconnect with meaning, with Spirit, with peace. But I’ve learned that not everything wrapped in spiritual language is rooted in love or truth. Some teachings, some leaders, some communities—hide harm behind divinity. This is spiritual malpractice. And I speak on it because I’ve lived it. I once trusted a spiritual teacher who spoke the language of light—but moved through the world with deception, control, and coercion. At first, the wisdom felt powerful. I thought I had found someone who could see me. But over time, I realized I wasn’t being seen—I was being shaped into someone more manageable. More profitable. Easier to…

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