Tнε Path of Faith

I realised I (was? am?) still coming into the full awareness of I, upon my arrival at the Principium Individuationis of I. Becoming acquainted with the works of Nietzsche right from my childhood days. He is one entity I have loved and respected for as long as I can remember; also becoming acquainted with his personal life, of which its highlight    was the tempestuous love affair he had with Lou Salome.  .   What manner of woman could she have been to have been to have driven and inspired Nietzsche so ? Perhaps, another time; I might delve in deeper... As I was saying,    when I got to this point in my life (this was shortly after mother earth and her destructive seeds entered into the age of aquarius), it was not euphoria that enveloped me; rather, it was a steady growing ball of warmth... A ball of warmth that originated at the point of my ribcage curvature, directly below my diaphragm. A ball of warmth that grew with each stroke ...

I like myself. I like the woman I am. I do not see why I should downplay (insert word here) any aspect of myself to make people feel comfortable - to fit into their image of what I should be. This does not refer to the corporate aspect of my life, but to the creative one and its expressions. So.. I am meant to perform the Spoken Word. Why should I wear kente and do the whole “Badu” look ? To fit in the ideals or expectations of how a spoken word artist should look ?  If I feel like walking on the stage in blood red patent six inch stiletto pumps (Jimmy Choo Anouk style of pumps), shiny black leather pants, thin gold belt clinching my waist, cream colored mid-sleeve silk blouse with NO BRA and a chic weave (no afro, etc).. why does this image seem incompatible with the words coming out of my mind ?  I like myself. I love my body. I adore fashion. I love flowers, pink. colours, puppies and designer items. Why I can I not be this way and st...

Last Day. Final push to the summit as the sun started to wake.... Last image of her on day 2.5 beFore technology went dark STELLA POINT - 18,880ft As we climbed higher, and pushed further than one ever thought the human body could ever push. Running on fumes. Moving by sheer mental force, she started to rise. All I lived for was putting one excruciatingly frozen foot in front of the other. One horrific step at a time. Already prepared for the eventuality of frostBite - in Africa. Fascinatin g. The Kili shuffle, it was called. you did not need to be taught, the Kili shuffle will come naturally to you.  It was the only way to move. She started to rise... We could feel her heat. I use "her". What else should I say? She's a female canine with snarling fangs dropping goblets of saliva in the anticipation of scorching some impudent human flesh. She, is the Sun. Still, we pushed towards her. I lifted my eyes to see. I always want to see. Everything. ...