Stop means Stop

Hey cravers! Miss you guys and I hope you are still pushing through! I felt I had to come and post this because  I feel it could help someone else going through it. As you guys know, I started a new job and for the most part I love it, it’s pretty easy breezy, if…

MORE THAN A BEAT FACE

“You’re more than a beat face! To truly be successful in life and love a woman must own her Queenship, and possess a spirit which vibrates so high the Universe must bow to her will; her magic, her heka.” Done Watching? Ok! Keep reading Queens: Remove Your Makeup & Wear Your Make Up [w/ Queen…

Keep pushing

In the mist of everything that has been happening in my life, my cravers are still heavy on my mind and heart. I haven’t forgot about you guys! A lot of amazing things have entered my life lately and I can’t wait to share them with you guys! In the mean time, I want to leave…

It’s Time To Create The Crave in Others

Heyyy my beautiful Goddesses. I hope all is well with you. I hope even more that you are shining and sharing YOUR shade of purple enough that people crave it!😉. Oh yes,we do have the power to cause people to crave what we have,who we are, our energy,our total being even. Take a look at…

ENOUGH

Hello my beautiful people! I am happy to meet you here again so soon!  This “poem” below was birthed on a night my mental needed some cleansing. Please excuse the language in advance but I set the tone of this message right away to grasp your full attention(which doesn’t cost anything) and open your minds…

Heart of Living…

Hey my beautiful people, I have been distant and kind of in my own personal storm. I needed time to process what I was going through versus what I was putting myself through. I had to evaluate myself again and make sure I recalibrated me if needed. I have learned that nothing is constant through…

Reign Endlessly

Live like the ocean—forever moving and ever-unhindered by mindless boundaries. —Egypt

LTMQ #2 | I’m not Her anymore. Period.

Golden Strides upon metallic stilts like a Lion’s Teeth drifting in a steady wind across a petrified playground.    A distant,             a sweet residue she is, one— I can no longer visualize in my dreams.