there’s a river flowing...

i deeply cherish moments of utter peace. especially of late. not just calm and quite peace, but a peace that comes from outside of my consciousness. for me it is usually only momentary, but serves to remind me that 1) maybe i am not insane after all, 2) i am slowly getting there. wherever there is. and 3) contrary to 1 and 2...it's not even about me.

today, while reading "the power of now" (great book by the way), i was overcome with such a peace, it moved my soul.

it rushed over me in a soundless infinite-part harmony of energy vibrating throughout my spirit.

whether you believe it or not, we are constantly exchanging energy (read the celestine prophecy). in our ultimate state, we EQUALLY exchange energy back and forth with each other and all things. i am becoming more aware of how much energy i give of myself and how much i take in from others.

today i was equally communing with Oneness. peace like this is a cycle of sorts. an exchange of energy between you and the universe. your energy goes out into the universe, the purest form, and comes back renewed by it's power.

ahhhhhhh...

what a blessing.

love and light.

11 years gone and still we rise...

today marks the 11th anniversary of my brother's death.

there is so much love for him all over this universe and his music has touched so many people in so many different ways that on this day, i wanted to just thank everyone for their continuous love and support for our family and for my brother.

you are as much a part of pac as we are.

if you have a chance today, i would love to know who he was to you? what was your favorite album? favorite song? favorite movie?

-r.i.p. tupac amaru shakur-

(june 16, 1971 – september 13, 1996)

peace and blessings / love and light.

like a proud jewish mama...

ok, he'll probably want to kill me, but my boy roberino popped his burning man cherry this year and my good ole friends at current tv (www.current.tv) gave him a video camera and a license to rock out!

check it:

Pub Crawl on the Playa

peace.

sunday morning services for my sad heart...

to be continued...

assalam alaikum (peace be upon you)...

so i have six names (don't ask) and one of them is JIHADa. my mom decided the "a" on the end would make it more feminine. hmmm....

JIHAD - literally means to "struggle", striving". jihad is an arabic word that means "striving in the way of God." this striving can take a number of forms, including the daily inner struggle to be a better person.

so often misrepresented and misused...what beautiful word.

peace.

peak-a-boo...i see you.

i really am humbled by those moments when you really see another. not the surface "real". not the real that we've made our norm. or the real we are around our friends. or our lovers. or our family. or even our selves sometimes. who we are in that place we hide our dirty little secrets and those thoughts we wish we never thought. but rather those moments that, no matter if we've been broken or just moved, we have had to be who we really are. when we have had no choice but to be that vulnerable in anothers presence.

i saw an old friend today. she really was a sight for sore eyes.

peace.

damn. mama DOES know best after all...

i love my momma. we don't like each other all the time...but we love the hell out of each other. and even though we don't always acknowledge it, or even know it for that matter, we get each other in that way that no one else does. we're a lot alike she and i. yet not so much at all...

she wrote me the following email this evening and it just reminded me to not get so wrapped up in the emotion...when i can help it. which is probably more often than i think it is. most of the time you will struggle with it and a lot of times you will lose. you're human. but, when you can, when you can sift through all the mush and mess within and find that place where there is quiet and stillness and you are able to clearly hear what the spirit is saying to you...ahhh, that is lovely. that is where you will find your beginnings of peace. that is how you will survive.

peace and blessing / love and light

Peace Babe, I love you. Be still and quiet. Please study Philippians 4:1-9 then continue w/10-13. Quiet your brain and listen to your spirit...everyone has their own way of grieving and transitioning, respect that. Learn all the lessons this situation has presented. Breathe very deeply and often. Get focused. You are a wonder/spirit/filled young woman. You are purposed to do great things. Don't get so distracted you loose your sight and forget to breathe.

I'm glad you're coming home too. I need to hug you and tight.
Love you Much, Mom