When I look in the mirror and I see my kinky kinappy coily hair I just rejoice. My hair grows upwards towards God in the shape of a crown. I Love my Dark Skin, Full Lips, hips, thighs and butt. I am God’s Melinated Queen!
Fortunately I have access to the backyard so I did a grounding ritual. Really informal. Basically I just sat down in one of the chairs, put on some easy breezy music, took off my sandals and connected directly to Mother Earth. Gaia has healing properties so walking barefoot in the grass or placing your chair in a sunny grassy area and planting your bare feet to the earth helps stabilize you. The temps hit the 90s but the backyard is cooler thanks to the trees. My trusty bottled water is always by my side. Staying hydrated is essential. Sitting Sun Salutations are Fabulous!
I also conditioned my hair at the same time. I applied the Red Palm Oil pictured below onto my hair and sat out in the Sun for a little over an hour. Red Palm Oil has an earthy woodsy, roasted, smokey, nutty scent. Know that Red Palm Oil stains so when you do your Red Oil Hair Conditioning and Facial a little goes a long way. It stains. I wash out the Red Palm Oil in the kitchen sink which is stainless steel. So unless you want your clothing, floors and bathroom basin to be a orangery red color have lots of towels and wash clothes on hand.
Being that it was over 90 degrees outside these are optimal conditions for the Red Palm Oil, Coconut Oil, Jojoba Oil and Shea Butter to penetrate, soften and moisturize my hair and scalp producing excellent and wonderful results. Since it was so hot outside I wound up taking at least four or five showers. Refreshing! Pampering myself is a good thing.
Purchased Sage from the Botanica. Then burnt the sage going from the upper to the lower floors and out the door to purify and cleanse the house removing negative energies.
Glow Worm – The Mills Brothers (Lyrics in Description)
A Celebration of Black Women. Black Culture and Black Hair in all its Glorious Forms and Textures!!
Black Girls Rock!
Sisters and Brothers, Welcome to Radio Station W.E.B.B.
We Enjoy Being Black!
Ladies and some Gentlemen from across the Diaspora to Celebrate the Beauty and Intelligence of Black Women. Representing Africa, America, and the Caribbean. A salute to All Shades of Black and All African textures! We gathered once again in Prospect Park located in Brooklyn, New York not only to dance and get our groove on but to support Black business and Black Entrepreneurs.
Here are some Highlights from today’s event!! ❤
Spike Lee was in the House!!
Fun in the Sun!!
Curlfest Prospect Park
On the Way there!!
Arrival and Let the Fun Begin!! Wobble Baby! Wobble Baby!! Wobble Baby! Wobble!!
I was always a bit of a clothes horse. Looking good means a lot to me. Now I no longer have the chance to dress up as I did when I was young I still like to express my fashion sense when the opportunity arises. I’m not hitting the club anymore, dating or even hanging out with my girls because #1 I’m older and #2 my job is not conducive to socializing. As a museum guard I wear a non-descript ugly blue uniform that fits poorly and has me looking like a poor man’s Charlie Chaplin. Basically the uniforms are to make us visable to the public when they need assistance and the rest of the time fade into the background. Most visitors to the museum have no idea that most of the guards are visual artists, painters, sculptors, film-makers, musicians and photographers. Why are we museum guards because we can’t make a living with with our dreams and passions, we need to pay our bills and we need health and dental insurance. Therefore when I get off work and change into my street clothes I go from being a nobody back to me, a human being. Many of my guard co-workers express ourselves through our clothing, tattoos, piercings projecting an artistic vibe. Then we are on display as the creative human beings we really are. Hopefully during my vacation in May some of my museum guard buddies will allow me to share their sartorial expressions. Will let you know if that happens.
2002 Marymount Manhattan College Graduation photo @ Age 42
Don’t Mess with the Lioness!! Africa meets India.
Majical Mystical Poetry Goddess
My Lumpy phase. As you can see I was growing out of the dress.
As a photographer I wanted to honor this photographer and artist who passed away. His specialty portraits, mine Urban or Street photography. He also speaks about the influence of fashion in his artworks.