My name is Alisa. I am in graduate school and planning my wedding to the most wonderful man. I'm a Zeta, a Yogi, and a lover of love. I don't have all the answers but I'm working with what I do have and figuring the rest out. What you'll find here are my random thoughts. Enjoy and talk with me. Namaste.
A like here…
3 notes on a picture there…
2 or 3 reblogs…
Even a comment every now and then…
Might not seem like a lot to many but I thank my followers that think my posts are worth a damn.
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My heart is open. This fast came for a reason. I’m healing and moving forward. I’m trying to hold true to myself and not upset those around me. Give me strength to believe in myself and hold on to that. Keep me God. Keep us. This transitional period is seemingly a lot to bare on me as it’s forcing me to be more real with myself than ever before. Thank you and I/we need you.
And that’s okay. That’s how it’s supposed to be.
You have to heal old wounds. From pain comes growth. From acceptance comes reassurance. It is okay to cry, to cleanse the soul… it helps to heal. Think of the tears as magic to close the wounds forever. When enslaved, Black people were thought of as not having feelings. That way the slave masters could do whatever with us and not feel bad about it because surely we couldn’t feel it for we were not human. Untrue. And now today we treat each other as if we do not have feelings or should not feel the hurt. Feel your hurt so you can heal.