Celebrating Our Differences
…Or, Is it a gateway to a life filled with purpose and joy? For you, “work” may be the time spent away from home, which you, unfortunately, may dread. A grind, often repeated, by arriving at the designated time, to begin the tasks required, to provide funds…
When we’re young, so thin ribs are ladder rungs, we long to gain flesh to ward off taunts and name-calling that shadows us even in our moments of private silence. We think joy will find us when our body starts to build flesh around our timid skeletal frame….
Medical advances have yielded a tremendous understanding of the intricacies of our bodies, and yet, we have limited understanding of the soul’s interaction with the body. The exploration of the soul is a voyage that I had begun to consider, but never so deeply, as when my mother…
instaclouredlotus Artist Bio Artist Fred Odle has been a Creative for a very long time; it is always a better question to ask, “How long have you not been an artist than the other way around. He is more interested in the “creation of” rather than any…
THE MYSTERY OF YOUR TRUE IDENTITY We all seek our identity in various ways. Some people express their identity through their bodies. Some find shelter in their minds. Some seek identity in their jobs, and In their wealth. But none of these versions of you is…
When I was 26, I got a job, which I thought would take me all the way to retirement. It was /is a great job, and for most people, it would be enough. I’m a truck driver with a job that allows me to be home every…
Dr. Joyce Brown “As long as we remain vigilant at building our internal abundance—an abundance of integrity, an abundance of forgiveness, an abundance of service, an abundance of love—then external lack is bound to be temporary.” ― Marianne Williamson, Leading up to the deadline for submitting this article,…
A MAGA Mob at The Capitol Gate, sent to stop the VP from certifying States. They hated black & brown turned red States blue, there’s One Game in town one set of Rules. Let History mark the time and place, when black & white came face…
I met Brandon Harris by Messenger, and finally, Wakanda-hugged him at the exquisite Tennessee Valley Museum of Art exhibit for which he worked as a curator. I was in awe at the splendor of Michi Meko’s When It’s Black Outside: Notes from the Before Times, an exhibit that highlighted…
From as early in my life as I can remember, a zesty feeling towards accomplishing things has stayed in the back of my mind. One of my earliest exuberances as a toddler was to fall off a couch for a second time to re-experience what it felt…