Let us hold each other ever so closer because I guarantee, everyone could use a hug right about now…a sincere word, an “it’s gonna be okay” followed by something fun that wasn’t planned. Like, a day trip to the country or beach, a pan of fresh baked brownies, a song sung from the heart, a poem written just for them. I guarantee there’s someone out there hurting and alone, so let’s be there for each other without any expectations. Let’s get away from assuming someone is okay because we just saw their “status” and the pics they posted on Instagram.

We. All. Are. Going. Through. Something…let’s take the time to care…it will always matter.




Friends are the family we choose for ourselves…


I love my family, my blood family that is, but I would be lying if I said that I have always felt that they understood me and supported me. I have some soul connections in the form of friends that have listened to me tell them painful secrets that some of my own family does not know and vice versa. They say that our friends are the family that we choose for ourselves; how beautiful is that? I believe we have to create this kind of “spiritual” family, especially those of us who are in deep transition in our lives; transition to a new self, a new way of being.

Some of us are really going through it…smiling through pain that we may not have even shared with others. I recently watched a short clip of a video in which the narrator spoke of letting go of the “bullshit”. Letting go of people we know “good and well” don’t have our best intentions at heart. They went on to say it is time to connect with your real family; your soul family. Now, to that I could relate. By and by, more and more, people have been coming into my life for some divine ass missions; things I couldn’t see coming if I had a crystal ball the size of the Earth herself…when I really meditated on the synchronicity I have been experiencing, things began to make sense. I still often wonder what it all means and it is okay that I don’t know yet. Part of this life change that I am moving through is not having all the answers but still being at peace with the Creator’s ultimate purpose.



We can’t hold on to our old selves, and it is definitely not fair for our blood family to hold on to an old “us”. We sense the discomfort, the anxiety and the sadness because we hesitate to fully be ourselves…and that is where our soul family comes in. Chances are, they are going through the same vibes and need some sort of respite, a place where they can remove the mask and smile inside out, knowing that they are loved. I am at that place and I will never look back, except to celebrate how far I have come. It is not easy being at this crossroad but I have to choose my growth over pleasing others and appeasing others, even my family…it’s that damn important. Love will win though, it always does.

Suspended in serenity

I imagine the serenity of being in a place like this where it seems like time would be so still…I would feel the gentle breeze against my skin and sink in to the moment. I think you would enjoy it too, it would free us both up. No expectations, no empty declarations, only possibilities of what could be. One day we will come here and feel so full of life…we will empty our souls of all the things that had us struggling under the weight of the world. We will be renewed like an ocean pearl. Wait for it…it’s coming.

Holding on…

The disconnect is real…and if there is one thing that I am learning right about now is that we need to learn to be there for each other better. There is no status, no post, no replacement for a listening ear, a meaningful hug or real human connection. I swear I go back and forth about using social media…in one way, I am thankful that we have come so far and can utilize technology to do almost anything. But on the other hand, I feel like it really is not helping us as a society. New phones are always coming out that can do better than the last version, the rules of some social media sites are changing drastically and not for the better, in my opinion; I mean, I feel like nothing is private or sacred anymore. The other day, my youngest daughter said “Mama, the future and what it will be like 20 years from now kind of scares me”…that really made me wonder. What exactly will be going on? How will we handle the impending changes? Are we even aware or are we just going with the flow? I would like to feel like it is all going to be okay, but more and more I yearn to come away from the madness…who out there sees beyond the bullshit? Please tell me it is not just me. I don’t need a goddamn phone that can scan my face in order for it to be unlocked (the new iPhone). That is a little too much, and yeah, I don’t have to buy it, but I thought I would share my feelings about it.


I don’t like that we can post any and everything we see or hear about, in fact, it disgusts me. Some things just DON’T need a share button. The attempt at creating fear tactics is real. There were and still are ways for folks to watch the news if they want to, on television at five or six pm and then again at 11 pm if they missed it. Now, when I sign on to Facebook or Instagram, there are posts about some of the most heinous crimes and I have no choice in whether I see it or not, please spare me about the “notifications” or “settings” options because they are pointless…People are creating personal pages for the tiniest members of our society; babies…nobody cares anymore about exploiting their children for likes, the disconnect is real.

I most definitely am not speaking about general posts of our children, hell I post pics of my kids once in a while. I am talking about going on Instagram and seeing little babies dressed up like mini adults and the traffic that follows. You can not open up Pandora’s box like that on your precious baby and think it is going to pan out well. There are sick people in the world we live in…my children don’t have an Instagram yet and they are well beyond babyhood. It is honestly about the direction one is going, their intentions. Not everyone has good intentions, believe that shit.

And how interesting is it that the things of value, love, and peace are monitored closely and shut down if deemed “inappropriate”. Breastfeeding posts, birth posts, love between two women, love period is questioned…meanwhile, it is okay to have access to and post unspeakable news stories for all the world to see…never mind the grieving families! Where do we draw the line already?? How can I be excited about a future that will support more ways of being disconnected? I can’t…in fact, my hope is to have a cottage in the country to live out my crone (elder) years. I am simple, not complicated. I will keep doing what I know is right and hopefully shed light on what needs to change. We think we are all good, we think this is the new normal and we just roll with it, but it is not a “normal” way to live. A baby, if denied human connection and touch will wither away and die. Think about how closed in we are becoming in our own little worlds, no touching, no love, just blaring screens and posts that cannot love us back.

Much Love, Lisa





Inspired by songs


The “Real Thing” by Jill Scott…I remember how lovely this album was to me…so raw and real. “Open dialogue” songs about love and affirming it, songs about sadness and claiming it, songs that held emotional weight from the diva herself….Truthfully, some songs are timeless; they will ALWAYS apply, no matter the situation. These days, my ears crave what I grew up listening to, there is nothing on the radio to compare to. Music is my inspiration for writing; especially when I have a lot to say…I am constantly making playlists to create a certain mood I look for when I am writing. And it helps immensely…I am very tuned into the vibes I feel during a song.

Music is often my inspiration for writing; especially when I have a lot to say and desire the respite that it provides…I make a connection to what I am writing and it helps immensely…I am very tuned into the instruments, the sounds, the words; the whole experience of music and its effects. It is the one thing that most people can remember and be inspired by; even songs they may not have heard for years.

…Some days I feel jazzy, some nights I wanna rock out, and there are moments I crave old school; in all genres…I utilize the gift of music to help inspire me as a writer and it proves to be a timeless asset. An evening of rainfall and candles can set the date for a sweet night of writing.

I treasure the steps I consciously take to help me write with more “realness”…

Happy Writing and Listening ❤