ElonNicole

"The mind is a weapon, learn how to aim that."

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sisterhood

I think there is some misunderstanding about what sisterhood truly is. It's not about cliques, or even necessarily friendship. It's about respect, reverence, and honor. It's about (adhering to) a code of ethics, a code that PROTECTS us all. All women, and our assets.

Which is why I choose not to align myself with women who don't understand or partake in this sacred community. Its simply unwise and actually dangerous.

#Sisterhood #itsdeeperthanthat

dance of a thousand hands

Please read the story and meaning behind this amazing performance (links below). Not only is this dance visually stunning and breathtaking, ALL of the dancers are deaf! What?! That makes it all the more mind blowing. The meaning behind this dance is heartwarming, dope and super inspirational.

There is a phenomenon sweeping through Asia which is still relatively unknown in the West. We were privileged to see it in our trip to Taiwan. It is a stunning stage performance called Thousand-Hand Guan Yin.

Guan Yin is the bodhisattva of compassion, revered by Buddhists as the Goddess of Mercy. Her name is short for Guan Shi Yin. Guan means to observe, watch, or monitor; Shi means the world; Yin means sounds, specifically sounds of those who suffer. Thus, Guan Yin is a compassionate being who watches for, and responds to, the people in the world who cry out for help.

The thousand hands of this bodhisattva represent Guan Yin’s many abilities to render assistance. There are a thousand eyes on these hands which give Guan Yin great powers to observe the world. Guan Yin also has many faces so she can become who people need her to be, not necessarily herself, because her help is given in a way that is literally selfless.

rangoli - beautifully expressive, celebratory indian art

Rangoli is an art form from India in which patterns are created on the floor in living rooms or courtyards using materials such as colored rice, dry flour, colored sand or flower petals. It is usually made during Diwali (Deepawali), Onam, Pongal and other Indian festivals. Designs are passed from one generation to the next, keeping both the art form and the tradition alive. (wikipedia)

 

women, do not compete for men - you are the prize

ladies you do not have to shit on other women to get males to like you. you do not have to agree with every nonsensical thing a male says for him to like you. you do not have to brag about how well you cook, how much you hate weave and makeup, how you don't wear hoe clothing, how you never go to the club or how tight and clean your pussy is for males to like you. a male telling you "you aren't like these other women" is actually not a compliment because there is no need for him to elevate you at another woman's expense and if you think that's a compliment you may need to do some self examination and some evaluation because your self-esteem is probably in a gutter somewhere and i highly suggest you go find it.

these same dudes that you bend over backwards to impress will not hesitate to turn on you the minute you say or do something that they either disagree with or doesn't fit the small box of womanhood that they try and fit you and every other woman in. they will shit all over you with no hesitation.

don't worry about what these males claim they want in a woman. half of the time they don't even know what they want. just be the best YOU that you can be. stop trying to be appealing to males because you'll never be appealing or desirable to all males. focus on yourself and let the right male for you come to you.

Via: AO Anderson

a love letter to women

Somewhere along the way, they told us our glitter was ashes. They told us that what we touched turned to dust, not gold. They convinced us that we bleed as punishment not purpose-fulfillment.

Somewhere along the way, our magic was minimized. They said we were ordinary, not walking proof of miracles. And we started believing them. We did. We let the world tell us we had to apologize for ourselves. We had to be polite but stern, sexy but not too sexual, bosses but not bossy, confident but not cocky, motherly but not matronly. We had to hide the rough edges they created in us and be soft but not fluffy.

And Black woman? Well, you've been told you're the mule when you are The Mother of all of this. We are jewels. We are the reason for poems to be written. Sappy love notes with metaphors that seem hyperbolic but are more grounded in truth than you know.

Somewhere along the way, we were told we aren't enough when we are truly EVERYTHING.

You are literally LIFE everlasting. You are God's vessel. Science can't explain us. We are magic.

I feel like someone somewhere needs to hear that. Don't let nobody tell you shit, woman. You're made of pixie dust. They just don't know what to do with it.

- My love letter to whatever woman needed to hear it today.

Via: Awesomely Luvvie

when he doesn't know what he wants

Saw this on twitter. Had to share. LOL. Enjoy.

Him: I don't know what I want

Me: