What International Woman’s Day Mean To Me

It means to bring more awareness to the plight of women locally and internationally. It means women’s voice now have a platform to be heard from to make positive change within our world.
Women all over the world are able to once again reclaim our goddess role and in so doing, unite are masculine and feminine side to equal one cohesive unit, working together for harmony and within harmony. Let’s use this nationally recognized women’s celebrated day to band together my brothers and my sisters because segregation is not the answer, unity is the key. We all need to come to an equal consciousness that well unite us to the understanding that, together we shall rise but divided we shall be defeated.
Cultivate peace and manifest the love that is within and without your form fir a better world.
I love you my brothers and sisters; never stop loving each other.
Kai

Poem: MAYBE

I know I haven’t been around in a while but I plan to change that in the coming months. 🙂

This poem came to mind today and I’m not sure why but i felt the need to share it with you all.
Enjoy!

MAYBE

Maybe. . we were supposed to meet the
wrong people before meeting the right
one so that, when we finally meet the
right person, we will know how to be
grateful for that gift.

Maybe . . when the door of happiness
closes, another opens; but, often
times, we look so long at the closed
door that we don’t even see the new
one which has been opened for us.

Maybe . .. . it is true that we don’t
know what we have until we lose it,
but it is also true that we don’t know
what we have been missing until it
arrives.

Maybe . . . the happiest of people
don’t necessarily have the best of
everything; they just make the most of
everything that comes along their way.

Maybe . . the brightest future will
always be based on a forgotten past;
after all, you can’t go on
successfully in life until you let go
of your past mistakes, failures and
heartaches.

Maybe . . . you should dream what you
want to dream; go where you want to
go, be what you want to be, because
you have only one life and one chance
to do all the things you dream of, and
want to do.
 
Maybe . . .. there are moments in life
when you miss someone — a parent, a
spouse, a friend, a child — so much
that you just want to pick them from
your dreams and hug them for real, so
that once they are around you
appreciate them more.

Maybe . . . the best kind of friend is
the kind you can sit on a porch and
swing with, never say a word, and then
walk away feeling like it was the best
conversation you’ve ever had.

Maybe . . you should always try to put
yourself in others’ shoes. If you feel
that something could hurt you, it
probably will hurt the other person,
too.

Maybe . . you should do something nice
for someone every single day, even if
it is simply to leave them alone.

Maybe . giving someone all your love
is never an assurance that they will
love you back. Don’t expect love in
return; just wait for it to grow in
their heart; but, if it doesn’t, be
content that it grew in yours.

Maybe . . . happiness waits for all
those who cry, all those who hurt, all
those who have searched, and all those
who have tried, for only they can
appreciate the importance of ll the
people who have touched their lves.

Maybe . . you shouldn’t go for
looks; they can deceive; don’t go for
wealth; even that fades away. Go for
someone who makes you smile, because
it takes only a smile to make a dark
day seem bright. Find the one that
makes your heart smile.

Maybe . . you should hope for enough
happiness to make you sweet, enough
trials to make you strong, enough
sorrow to keep you human, and enough
hope to make you happy

Maybe . . . you should try to live
your life to the fullest because when
you were born, you were crying and
everyone around you was smiling but
when you die, you can be the one who
is smiling and everyone around you
crying.

-Author unknown

I’m ready for love!

This is my affirmation.

Just like India sings it, I truly am ready for this kind of love. Anything less is not welcomed near the walls or door to my heart. If you can’t deliver the best to me and for me, turn around and leave now or don’t come at all because I am worthy of only the best.

How to Change the world

How to Change the world

I stumbled on the beautiful passage found below and thought it was fitting to share it with you all. My thoughts are in perfect alignment with the words written within.  
I urge you to take a read and expand your mind, embrace this beautiful concept of truly loving a man.  


If you want to change the world love a man; really love him
Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid
Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood
Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there
And burn his heavy load in your fires
Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there
Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time
Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment
And let it all go
Feel into his ancestral burden
And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you
Let him melt in your steady gaze
And know that you need not mirror that rage
Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability
In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death
Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man
To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together
And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave…
Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms
Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers,
calm your frightened girls’ heart
Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return
Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance,
that he may be soothed, once more

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Do not coax out his little boy
With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery
Only to lure him…to a web of destruction
To a place of chaos and hatred
More terrible than any war fought by his brothers
This is not feminine this is revenge
This is the poison of the twisted lines
Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world
And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls
And it kills us all
And whether his mother held him or could not
Show him the true mother now
Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth
Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core
Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria
Cry for him sweet rivers
Bleed it all back home

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
Love him enough to be naked and free
Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death
And thank him for the opportunity
As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods
Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being
Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you
Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you
Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before
Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself
And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him
And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected
By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows
Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream

~Anonymous~