My ability to share global perspectives has shifted.
Yes, I will share articles and videos worth considering, but to sit and discuss issues with people has become old. I can't do it anymore. I have returned to who I was when I first arrived on these shores after vacating The Desert.
I want to exist in creative ink and through creative noises that some might also call music. Everything below is original work. My creativity exists beyond just designing and styling. I house very many facets of art. I had to start and harness one before tapping into the others and creating a hub with many rooms for birthing and encouraging various possibilities: The Empowerment Initiative IS your space.
In this creative and reclusive space I have joyfully slipped into, I find that we don't need names. We don't need dates. We don't need specifics. Atrocities happen with every heartbeat and have been happening from before. If we start to label them now, I feel we will die before we are done. We need to instead create honest spaces that allow people to think, realize and grow. Who are you? Why are you here? What do you believe? What did your people believe? If God were nothing but a rumor, who would you be? Why? So again, who are you? Why are you here? And on and on and on...
When we leave the creative ink ambiguous, it allows others to hear it and read it as if it had happened in their own lives. It allows reflection. It might even allow you to wonder why you had never stood where the author stood. Why is that? Is there a special reason? Or did you stand there and overcome it? How and why?
Hopefully, from spilling these ambiguous memories, dreams and sometimes, fantasies... more of us can find our authentic path. It is in that authentic space that we then truly worship The Universe that allowed us, because we are finally completing the thoughts in mind when It allowed us. And yes, even if you don't believe The Universe allowed you, to me, you are also fulfilling why you were allowed. Nothing, especially "something" that houses or allows life, is random.
We, as an organization, are still encouraging you to connect with the world. We just changed a few ingredients, but the soup is still soup.
The LHo Team (The Empowerment Initiative)
PS: We added our latest merchandise, click on each image to learn more about it on our curated page on Shoptiques.
We also added an audio version you can listen to. Please let us know if there's any other way we can "serve this soup" so it includes you or someone you love. Blessings.
The Letter She Left on His Desk
They can say
They are always saying
They are always lifting their noses
They are always dressed in absolution
So, we let them say
I saw you
I saw what you did
I saw where your heart was
They thought me crazy as I walked in and out of every location, lifting each item to read
I saw where every item came from
I drunk your hopes at the foot of a mountain
I tasted your iron fist beliefs for the people
Many times, many of us had prayed for someone like you
So know this, You. Have. Been. Seen even if not by those, whose noses are still lifted to the sky
Part Two: Dancing on the Graves of Saints: Written 18th of January 2021