It would be remiss of me to continue business as usual and life as usual, ignoring the mass amount of suffering occurring in historic Northeast Africa modernly known as the Middle East. As a small business owner, some might say, “be quiet, keep your head down, discussing this wouldn’t be good for your business, this doesn’t concern you. Well, I’ve never been one (as an adult) to put my head down, and the suffering of humanity anywhere will always be my business. I choose to open my eyes, and do my part as a citizen in the Global Community. I write not only as a concerned citizen in our global community, but I write as a mother who couldn’t imagine the horrors faced by the Palestinians, or the many other groups around the world suffering right now. I couldn’t imagine being at home laughing with my family and all of a sudden a bomb drops on our house, and I find myself the only one left, looking for my loved ones in the rubble. Or having a child be the only one left in our family, and now he or she is orphaned.
My heart goes out to all that have family members that have died, or have been taken hostage in this unfortunate war. I choose to separate Hamas from the Palestinian people, they didn’t do this. I will not ignore the plight of Palestinians for freedom, and the right to exist as human beings. This moment in history precedes October 7th. Palestine has been occupied for over 75 years. Hamas reminded the world of that, and it is unfortunate that it happened in that way. Many of us may be unfamiliar with the word Nakba. So if you truly want to be educated, and not just reactive to corporate media, or post on social media outlets then educate yourself. The annexation, and genocide of Palestinians is no different than what has happened to North America, South America, Hawaiian Islands, and various countries all throughout Africa, especially South Africa, and it’s former apartheid regime. These harsh takeovers have left many longing for an existence that once was, watching their history, and legacies being erased while those with white skin stood to profit, and gain off of the losses of the indigenous people.
I am a diligent, and avid researcher. I am not one that is spoon fed by mass corporate media. I’ve actually been aware of the genocide in Palestine for about 7 years. While I was researching Black History in an effort to help heal my people, I began to find out about a myriad other unpopular hidden truths, that don’t air on corporate stations, and aren’t taught in schools. My stance is for Palestinians to be free once again, living peaceably in their land. What’s happening to them, is no different than what has happened to many groups of color around the world. It’s time out. This is unfortunately white supremacy, no matter how you look at it. Before the decision on creating a state for European Jews in the Middle East, Uganda, and Kenya was once considered. Now that’s one to ponder on.
I will not get into this being a 2000 plus year war, I highly doubt that, and there’s plenty of evidence to prove otherwise as well. It’s extremely odd that a DNA test is illegal in Israel/Palestine. What are they hiding? According to the author Arthur Koeslter, they may be hiding the fact that they are converts and not the real people of the Old Testament, or the Apocrypha. If one were to read the curses of the people who disobeyed The Most High, you could definitely see the vast difference between those claiming rights to The Holy Land, and those that don’t even realize that Deuteronomy 28 is talking about what happened to their ancestors who didn’t obey God. I’ll leave it there. It doesn’t matter what your faith is, do your due diligence and research for yourself. Go beyond the corporate media outlets that don’t always depict the entire picture. Start asking hard questions no matter how ugly, or uncomfortable it is. Delve deep, while you're there find out what the former President of Egypt Gamal Nassar had to say about the people invading Palestine for the creation of Israel. We as an American Society have been groomed to only read what’s whitewashed, sanitized, and overtly omitted from mass media, and in Western History Books. Do your part by choosing to grow.
There are many people speaking out about the injustices occurring in Gaza, and what remains of Palestine. Organizations like If Americans Knew.org, Breaking the Silence, (Testimonies of former Israeli Soldiers) and Eye On Palestine. There are many other sources, but just start with one.
As I’m writing this there’s a ceasefire that I absolutely pray will continue on. It’s sort of strange how Israel was warned that the Hamas attack was coming, obviously it was taken lightly. Let’s keep in mind that the war on Palestinians didn’t begin on October 7th. Thousands of innocent children have been detained, and lives have been changed forever. I find it quite interesting how Israeli hostages are seen waiving to members of Hamas, because they were being treated humanely. It’s extremely sad that Palestinians can’t say the same. Moreover, I hope the people of Palestine can try and rest, and have some ease right now. I hope that they get food, water, and safe shelter. I pray that Palestinians will thrive again, in their own land. I hope that the children of Palestine will be able to obtain the freedom that generations before them did not. I hope Palestinians are able to celebrate their loved ones returning home with full joy, that is not criminalized, or deems them as terrorists for celebrating. May Palestinian joy no longer be delayed.
May there be an end to wickedness, and evil in the world wherever it is… I write this fearlessly, because the fear of man will prove a snare, as It is Written. I write this for the love of humanity. I write this in love. I write this because, Ukraine is no different than Palestine. I write this because I am Human first with a beating heart, then I am Black.
Freedom for Palestine,
Founder & Owner
We didn’t always get our hair straightened. When I say we I mean myself, and my sister right above me in age. She and I are nearer in age so I’m able to recall our hair stories a little easier, than my other sisters. We got our hair washed with what, I don’t know, but I remember mayonnaise being used as a conditioner. Our scalp was greased with a hair grease called Royal Crown. We always had the cutest little hairstyles with hair bows, and our natural coils just radiating with love. I don’t remember why that stopped. I honestly hate that it did. I say that because of all the damage that was on the horizon for my hair.
Press and curls became like a ritual before church on Sunday. I’m almost certain that you could smell the scent of burning hair, at least a block away. It was never ending as a little Black girl. The culture conversation around Black hair back then was like, let me make you look pretty. That sentiment still echoes in some circles today. Yet, I am fully aware now that our hair was already pretty. We were already good enough.
All throughout my hair journey I’ve always had braids on and off, but I think it was in eighth grade when my already suffering scalp discovered serious harmful chemicals. I got the unfortunate Jerry Curl, activator and all. My uncle’s girlfriend put it in my hair, at my nana’s house. I couldn’t imagine such things today. The irony was that I was getting fake curls that covered up my actual beautiful coils, that had laid dormant beneath all the straightening tools, and now a plethora of chemicals. Harsh brutal chemicals that were just the beginning for my hair. From there, believe it or not I graduated to relaxers.
I don’t even remember the first relaxer. I just recall my hair changing hairdressers and chemicals relaxers like I changed clothing. The worst relaxer that I recollect was something called an Hawaiian Silky, and my hair started falling out, as she rinsed the chemicals out of my hair. Proceeding then to ask me some personal questions as to why my hair was falling out; I told her no, those particular things weren’t going on with my body. Looking back she had no knowledge of the fact that my body was responding to those harsh chemicals, and my hair was already delicate to begin with. It was a finer texture. I found out with a different hairdresser, that it was way too harsh for my hair.
As Black people we've been told for decades that we don’t measure up. Through slavery and colonization the stripping of the natural beauty of Black People, and especially Black women became apparent. Our various textures have been deemed less than, and not beautiful. Our hair has been called kinky, and nappy, even dreadful. Especially, if it wasn’t close enough in proximity to straight hair. Those that had hair less afro textured, had what our community considered “good hair”. This so-called western, or European “beauty standard” is one that Black People will never measure up to, and shouldn’t want to. All the while every BBL, and lip job, lip plumper, and the like has African aesthetics written all over it. I digress, we have been told if we just assimilate and achieve looks that appeal to whiteness then we will look more presentable, elegant, and possibly more beautiful. This white-washed mentality, viewing what’s acceptable, through the eyes of white supremacy, has been detrimental to our health. The need to fit into society, and look more “well groomed” to others in corporate America has insurmountable costs. Self-esteem is one of those costs. I personally believe the cost is too high, and it’s just not worth it. I wish that I had known these things much earlier in life, I wouldn’t be working to yet heal my hair from the damage it was caused, because I didn’t know any better, and simply duplicated what was done before me.
The earlier we teach self love, and self-acceptance in the Black community, the better off we’re going to be. Our people will be healthier inside and out. This will also include reading to our little ones books that affirm their skin, and their hair. This includes products without chemicals. It also includes switching schools if you have to, because your child’s current school, or sports team doesn’t approve of their hairstyle. Above all, understanding that viewing our blackness through proximity to whiteness, is bad for our mental health. All our hair is good. It is all lovely! Every texture, every hue of the human rainbow. It’s time to dig deep, invest in self love, and really love our hair, and all that comes with it.
Well, this one was a deep one, thanks for reading!
Founder & Owner
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything for the Lovely Seeds for the Soul Blog. So, here I am returning to write once again. Not really knowing if anyone besides my blood sisters read this. It’s a little funny, but true. Needless to say I’ve been away, and it’s been a true blessing for me. At times I wasn’t sure if I needed the break, but I soon realized that I truly did. I wore a myriad of hats, and it was time to take a few off. Motherhood doesn’t get a hiatus for me. My motherhood hat is worn 24/7 with a few breaks in between. In today’s society the last thing I want to do is take that hat off. Children need good parents now, more than ever. Pardon my tangent, lol! Moreover, this time away has given great clarity to many things in my life. No lie, every time I thought that I would come back and begin making products, something happened to me. My left leg was injured in three different places during this time off. I had gotten sick with COVID for a second time. It was the COVID with chest pressure, and the inability to breathe well. My anxious thoughts about returning to my business before it was time, always led me to a place where I couldn’t return even if I wanted to.
I was frustrated when it happened, but I finally understood. I needed to be still, so I could listen to my spirit. Quiet my mind so I could be clear. I am a believer in The Most High, so I know HE leads, and guides me. However, I am aware that some reading this may not believe at all, and you have the freedom to do as you choose. No judgment here. Moreover, I’m happy to have arrived in this space. It is a fervent reminder that my lane is my own. I belong nowhere else, but right here, right now in this space, and in this moment, and I am finally ok with that. It took for me to go away for a while, to come to this conclusion, and to see things that I could not before.
I spoke early about clarity. I would like to expound on that. I thought I knew what I wanted as a small business owner. I thought I needed to scale up, and expand into stores and be shelved near commercial products like Shea Moisture, in order to be successful, and I do not. I was told by a member of an organization that helps small businesses that I had to use chemicals if I wanted to be on shelves such as Walgreens, and in all the places where commercial products exist. If being “successful” requires me to use toxins that harm my customers, I'm perfectly fine right here. We have enough harmful substances and chemicals in our food, and various hair products laden with harsh chemicals that wreak havoc on the human body. I also learned I’m successful in my own lane, just by existing as a small Black business. Studies have shown that within two years most small businesses go out of business. I’ll be celebrating five years this fall!
I also came to the realization that I don’t need social media for my business. Someone else may, and that’s okay. I knew early on when I stepped away that it was time to let it all go. Facebook, and Instagram. I only had twitter for 4 months in 2020. Lol! I had wrestled with the ongoing thought of removing my personal pages as well as my business pages. I think a little FOMO had me hanging on longer than necessary. The toxic environment was enough for me to step away.The comparison was enough for me to step away. The lack of support was enough for me to step away. What’s really funny was a lack of support from people I really knew personally, including a lot of family. I’m not bitter, I’m just clear on what works for me, and what does not. I have to believe the word of mouth, old school advertising (without social media) still works. The day that I let go, and told my small team, they understood. I watched a Ted Talk with a gentleman explaining how he is successful in business, and has never had social media. I figured if he can do it, then I can as well.
In August upon the return of Lovely Coils online operations it will be approximately nine months. I found it to be significant because that’s how long it takes a woman to give birth to a child. I believe that my small business, figuratively speaking, is giving birth to something new. Something beautiful. Something wonderful. It honestly wouldn’t have happened, had I come back prematurely. I’ll be doing business the way I’m supposed to do it. That’s actually something I can’t stress enough is that I’m not in competition with any other business at all. I say this because as I was working with a company again that helped small businesses, some of the senior people there at the time always wanted to stress to me that I needed to know my competition. Persistently asking who is your competition? Nah. I choose to have tunnel vision, I do what I do, and other businesses do what they do. I’m happy for them, and wish them much success, but I’m not here to compete with anyone else, except the worst version of myself. I wrote about growing at your own pace, and it was centered around this same topic, you can read it here.
While on hiatus my family and I visited a couple of the islands of Hawaii, Kona, and Maui for about 3 weeks, and during the quiet of our stay, I knew something would be different upon my returning home. I wasn’t going to be the same, my business wouldn’t be the same, my health wouldn’t be the same. I was returning home better, wiser, clearer, and even more certain of what I wanted. I knew if I wanted more peace, I’d have to cut some things, like social media. That’s only one of the things that I had to cut. I had an individual tell me I cut off people when I’m hurt. NO, I cut off toxic people, and things, so that I don’t become poisoned. Well, the previous should be a whole other blog post, so I’ll stop there for now. Moreover, if I want to see my business grow, I have to treat it like I believe my products are worth what they are worth. I’ll have to charge what makes sense in an effort to bring a profit without price gouging, and provide the sort of quality experience to the customer. I’d also have to stop treating my business like it’s small. It’s okay to be tiny, but mighty. I can have a small business, but do things big, in the ways that I need to. Like storytime for the little ones coming soon, right here on the website, no YouTube needed. Many months ago it was mentioned in a newsletter, but that is no more. I’m clear, and I’m rested. So for the rest of 2023, here I come! Be well, get some good rest, and thanks for reading this extra long blog post.
Grateful to be here,
Founder & Owner
When Black History Month rolls around, something happens to our countenance, and deeply resonates like a well within our souls. As Black People, perhaps most of us, become filled with hope. We Inspired by our past, honoring those before us, celebrating their vast achievements, all the while striving to become Black History in the making ourselves.
Our people, Black People are responsible for a myriad of civilizations around the world. Black People are also the source of many creature comforts of everyday life. These inventions and patents are rarely taught throughout the global educational community. A person cannot go a day without using Black Inventions. Wow, imagine that!
The plethora of contributions from our people gives us hope. It fosters belief in our tomorrow, and keeps us going. Black History Month creates a little space for which we are called to actively reflect on, and commemorate what is ours__A legacy of excellence. These hidden facts, and historical truths, make us mindful of the spirit of determination, and irrefutable ingenuity that has given life to various industries. It’s almost like excellence is intertwined in our DNA. We just have to unlock the code by learning the stories, teaching them in an effort to lift up our people, and to preserve the Black Joy that belongs to us; despite the cruelties we yet face, and the self-degradation that exists amid our people.
There are five days left in the month of February as I write this. I hope you take the time to learn, and appreciate what Black People have done for America, and throughout the world. Black History just happens to be American History, and quite overlooked, it is also a huge part of world history. An appreciation of ourselves will help our communities heal the emotional scars, and wounds that have been passed down from generations before, and the horrors that we experienced today. Be sure to click the links provided within the text to help you start your Black History Journey today! Be well, and be inspired, I’m signing off now.
Full of Black Joy,
Founder & Owner
Being a woman of African descent, I felt compelled to write about freedom. I started writing for a post in June. It was going to be about Juneteenth. Well that didn’t happen. I was a little frustrated when I realized time had passed and June was over. Another missed month for a post, which was intended to be monthly, but life gets in the way. Well, I was wrong. The timing is perfect. As fireworks are being lit up tonight (and I love the sight of fireworks) for the Fourth of July it is imperative to remember that everyone during 1776 was not free. Although white settlers were declaring their freedom from Great Britain, Black people held captive as slaves were yet slaves, and The Indigenous people were at war for their land, freedom, and preservation of their of way of life. Many of them had been enslaved as well.
Freedom costs indigenous people’s their land, and families, it was an unnecessary bloody bath for land that never belonged to white settlers. The indigenous people believed that the land was to be shared, and no one should own it. While freedom was being declared against Britain, Black men, woman, and children were yet being beaten, sexually abused, and treated inhumanely.
So for many who choose not to celebrate, look not down upon them. Seek to find out what it truly cost for the people whose blood and history made it possible for America to be what it is today. Delve into the bloody past and present woes which hide behind the American Flag, and see what it costs. See that The Constitution of the United States counted former Black Kings, and Queens as 3/5 of a person although they built the White House, and much more. The Declaration of Independence speaks of the Indigenous as merciless, ruthless, savages. It is Written that a thief comes but to kill, steal, and destroy…. So there are non washable bloodstains on the hands of those that established this country. There is blood that screams from the ground from countless lives lost just to establish what we now call America. There are trees that gave witness to the inhumane treatment of human beings, because their branches were forced to hang them. It was something that their branches were never intended for. All of this is absolute savagery to me.
However you choose to celebrate or not, it’s absolutely your choice. Just remember the whole unlovely story, and possibly be grateful for those whose enslavement, and sacrifice help make America what it is today. We are the people.
In honor of those who paid the price,
Founder & Owner
Many of us are in seasons of life that require a process of some sort. If you’re anything like me, then you probably have a little disdain for processes. Maybe you’re not like me at all, and I truly congratulate you. Oftentimes the lack of excitement regarding going through a process is, because I believe we’re anxious to see the end of it. We want results in an instant, like a microwave. Humanity is conditioned to want it right now. Our society is inundated with the idea that success happens fast, thanks to social media, some bios of many idolized celebrities, and the idea of being an “overnight success”. So it’s easy to see how it gets harder, and harder to tolerate processes. It’s almost like you come through one process, and you turn around, and there is another process to go through.
I get it, you’re tired. I say this to myself, as I say it to you, keep going. Whether your process is healing from a physical, or emotional injury, getting counseling from childhood scars, finishing your degree, GED, holding your family together, or simply trying to fulfill your dreams. Perhaps it feels like the end is so far away, and the towel sitting on your kitchen sink is tempting you to throw it in, and I don’t mean in the washing machine…Don’t do it lovely! Just pick up the towel, and use it to wipe off your sweat, keep going, or perhaps take a little break. Maybe you need to unplug, pause, reboot, and when you’re able, take a vacation.
Here’s a fun analogy, totally inspired by my beautiful twelve year old daughter, who loves cooking, and baking. A process can be a bit like a gourmet meal, vs. a microwave meal. Ok, The latter will feed you quickly, but you’re usually briefly satiated, nutrient deficient, full of preservatives, and chemicals. The other requires a shopping list of specific ingredients, meal prep, marinating of meat, or tofu, the dicing of vegetables, and perhaps a perfectly prepared starch like couscous. After it’s perfectly prepared it’s usually plated well, with a beautiful beverage to compliment it. Perhaps it’s just San Pellegrino, but hopefully you get my point.
My friend, trust me, the gourmet process will definitely be worth waiting for. When I get to the end of my process regarding various things in my life, it will be rewarding, and worth it. If you don’t stop halfway to your finish line, you’ll be glad you completed your process. Oh, yeah you probably have to start a new one. It’ll be worth it as well.
Founder & Owner
We have such deep roots as Black People. It’s vital to comprehend that our History did not begin with slavery, and that there’s so much to be proud of. As an African American, I am most grateful to have knowledge of our deep roots. It removes the cancer of self-degradation from my mind, and I would hope that it does the same for millions of descendants of the Alkebulan Diaspora. The history of Black people is so deep that they could wrap around the world and back. Black History is long, and the contributions we’ve made go untold in history books around the world, and especially in the West. We celebrate Black History 365, in my home, and in the work of Lovely Coils. It is vital that we do, because it is necessary. We dare not stand around waiting for the world to scream that Black Lives Matter. We should already know it, live it, and see it reflected in society. We should eat the fruit of those words, in the mass correction of many wrongs done to the Black people in the United States of America, and the world.
As a Black mom it was apparent to me that my children needed to understand that they too are very important human beings, and the contributions that their people have made are vast, and have changed the world. I didn’t have any of that information growing up, and it would’ve altered my view of myself, especially as a young child. I grew up being called blacky, and I had very low self-esteem. Knowing this beauty, and depth of Blackness would’ve changed my world. Seeing myself reflected in story books, toys, heroes, and even a Black President, oh how it would’ve done my heart good. I prayed that I would see a President that reflected my children while they were growing up, and when my son was three it came true. My daughter was born shortly after, and it was a prayer answered, they both grew up seeing themselves reflected in the highest office in the United States. So like Martin, they could dream. Like Malcolm X they would have the audacity to love themselves.
Black History Month is a time to reflect on the beauty of Blackness. It is an opportunity to find, and support Black business, but let it be 365, not only in February. I’m grateful for Carter G. Woodson, who got this whole celebration started. Now only if the world could catch on, and find the truth about Black, but wait many black people need to do the same. Many of us are doing things to change our blackness in an effort to be more acceptable, or alter ourselves to some perceived standard of beauty. I really hope that type of mentality will change, and the best is yet to come, and there’s a mass celebration of Blackness, and the lifting of Black People globally.
Please go out, and continue to celebrate Black History Month, for Black History is American History, it is World History. I’m signing off now.
Celebrating in Black,
Founder & Owner
I haven’t written in a while, actually in about two months. I honestly feel like no one reads these, lol🤣. I’m kidding, but only a little.
Now that I’ve got my giggles out, let’s talk about seasons. It would look funny begging winter to stay, and telling spring you’re not necessary. Mmh, spring I don’t need you! Nah, it doesn't work that way. You have no power over the seasons that come, but you do have the power to shift how you feel about the season, how you view it, embrace it, and dress for the weather that comes with it. Will you dance in the rain, make angles in the snow, soak up the sun, or jump in a huge pile of leaves?
It may sound a bit silly, but this is how you can respond to change in your life. Particularly when it comes to people, you thought would be around forever. No, I’m not talking about loved ones that die, or things of that nature. Not at all. I’m referring to the type of people that decide you’re not valuable enough to treat kindly, to love well, so they walk away. Sometimes they stick around so that they can ridicule you, insisting that you need them, and no one else would want you. I’m also speaking about people that we keep around, because we think having more people around validates us, or at least we have a “friend”. I may never meet you, but I want to let you know that you have a friend in me through this blog. My desire is that you realize that you are important enough to pick your friends like you pick your fruit. If it’s family members that are hurting you in some way, speak up. Sometimes you have to learn how to love people at a distance, but you can still love them. I recently had to say goodbye to a
“frienemiship”,(I think I coined a phrase here) and I’m honestly better off for it. Why, because seasons change. I won’t ask summer to stick around when it’s time for the fall to return, I don’t want to miss out on all the beautiful colors.
Hopefully, you get the gist of what is being said. It may be overdue for you to remove, let go, back up, from those that are toxic, and leave you worse off after you talk to them, or spend time with them. I’ve heard it said, by some great people, that you can’t take everyone with you to the next level. Unfortunately, many of us will keep holding on to what’s killing us, because our desire for connection is blinding us of the revelation that everyone in every season is not for you. In America, I believe we have a mentality that bigger is better, more is better, and we equate status, and worth to more. So many times we allow those that should’ve long left our lives to keep poisoning the air around us with competition, criticism, and cruelty, you know the list goes on...
So, I challenge you today to take an assessment of your environment. Is your air quality toxic, based on what you’ve allowed to stay too long? Well fall is here, are you still longing for summer? I can tell you this as winter approaches, I’ll be ready for it. As people leave my life, I’ll simply bid them farewell. Allowing the seasons to change in my life, for change is good.
Letting the seasons change,
Founder & Owner
So many things get into the ground, or soil of our lives, nestled in our mind, heart, and spirit. Many times this can occur early on when we are in the elementary years of life. Good experiences, and bad ones as well. Through kind words, and harsh words, a vast assortment of seeds can grow throughout our lives. If one could quiet their mind long enough to see, and evaluate what's in their life, what would a person see? What's the source of the fruit in their life? The good, the bad, and the ugly experiences in life, have the power to shape who we become. Something planted only once can have a lifetime of side effects. Sorta like the weeds in a garden that don't get uprooted, and without weed killer they just come back.
Today my focus, and only focus is on the negative, at the moment. Why, do you ask? Well, because it's important, and negativity is harmful for the psyche. Whatever you water, or feed will grow. If you want to lead a life with less weeds, so to speak, let's talk about it. Let's look at it from a position of power, and not pain, a victor instead of a victim. Painful experiences like various types of abuse, verbal included, can cause a person to believe things that are not true about them. For example, a child being mistreated at home, constantly being told that they're ugly, stupid and that they'll never amount to anything, then goes to school, and hears the same recurring message. Now fold in a pinch of social media, with a tablespoon of trolls sending the same message....That's a recipe yielding disastrous internal results.
If you are reading this, you have the power to examine the harvest in your own life. You have to decide if you like what you see. Ask yourself: How did I get here? Is this really what I want to keep watering, or "believing", about myself? We must be diligent like the farmer that wants to yield a great harvest. A farmer wakes up everyday checking for the "bugs" that want to eat his/her crops up. we have to be sure that we're watering the good things in our lives, not the "weeds". We need to not give water or light to those negative things...like an evil version of photosynthesis. Negativity has to be starved. Giving it no power. Like tares, and wheat... wheat is edible, tares are not. They are both growing alongside one another, only one is able to feed you, becoming some form of nourishment to your body. The other is of no good use at all.
If you are a person that has been abused in any manner, yet dealing with the side effects of that experience, it's not your fault. That's an enormous weed designed to choke the life out of you, and it's time to uproot it. Uproot it, so new beliefs about you can be planted. So that you're able to enjoy everyday life. Get help, and some good counsel, if needed. Do it so you can live well, and experience wholeness. Lovely be careful, and pay attention to what you are watering, feeding, and giving life to so that you may grow well.
Founder & Owner