A beautiful Black woman sits with her eyes gently closed, bathed in soft autumn light streaming through an open window. Her face is serene, her skin radiant, her breath steady. The warm tones of her brown sweater and the fallen leaves around her evoke a deep connection to the Earth. Her posture speaks of grounded presence, clarity, and quiet power. She is not waiting—she is embodying. This image reflects the energy of the intention I am protected and well. It mirrors the heart of the post—living from intention, resting in truth, and allowing energy to move with purpose and grace.

Power of Intentions

Power of Intentions Rooting Your Life in Clarity, Purpose, and Energy Words are spells. Vows are spells. Poems, thoughts, texts, emails—each one carries energy. Each one shapes your reality. You mold your world with every spell, conscious or not. And when you realize this, when you become intentional with that power, you shift from living on autopilot to consciously co-creating your life. Intention is more than a moment before a ritual or a goal scrawled in a journal. It’s the current running beneath your choices, your movement, your being. It lives in how you speak to yourself. How you respond when life feels tender. How you hold your energy in spaces where you once felt invisible. Intention is how you choose to return to yourself…

Healing Through Visions Giving Thanks For A New Day

Giving Thanks for a New Day

Giving Thanks for a New Day Waking up is a sacred act. Each new day greets us like a whispered invitation from Spirit, asking, Are you ready to try again? Are you willing to rise into your power, with grace and presence, no matter what yesterday held? Giving thanks for a new day isn’t just a morning ritual. It’s a reclamation of life force. It’s how I center myself before the world asks anything of me. Gratitude brings me back to what matters: breath, being, and the brilliance of being alive. This is where I begin. Every time. I Start with Gratitude Before I open my eyes fully, before I check my phone or scroll through timelines, I reach inward. I whisper, Thank you. Not…