Peace, Be Still.

Usually during yoga class Shavasana is my favorite part; for it is when you lay flat, can close your eyes, forget everything and just drift away. I tend to go to class just for that. But today, at the end of class when it was time for Shavasana, I decided to keep my eyes open.

I wanted to be present, to see everything and, to still be calm. I didn’t want to act like I wasn’t there. And, I surprised myself. With my eyes open, when focused on my state of calmness, I was able to maintain it and rest in it. I found peace in that. In being able to remain calm, while my eyes were open, still embracing what was still going on. I’m thankful for this ah-ha moment because this practice will help when life decides to be on that bullshit.

I’m learning, you can’t always run away or ignore what’s happening. There are times (most times…all the times) you will have to face whatever it is head on, and if you can maintain a sense of peace and calm in the midst, what a joyful feat.

Know that you may drift away for a moment or two, but always return to peace. Take ownership of it and don’t let anyone (especially yourself) or anything take it away. The circumstances of life may disrupt it at times but, hold onto it. Remember, it is yours. God gave it to you. Be a good steward over it, and find rest in the peace that this world didn’t give nor can it take it away.

BE the peace you seek.

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart me troubled, neither let it be afraid” (John 14:27)

Heaven

I just left a late morning yoga class. 6 black women comprised the class. We spent an hour breathing cleansing breaths; emitting positive energy; encouraging and celebrating one another; shining our lights; and releasing the weight of the world. I believe I just got a glimpse of paradise.

We are God.

Black Girl Magic, at its finest!

💃🏽👑✨

The Sad Encourager.

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I really like whenever people call on me for an ear to listen and to hear my “wisdom”.  I truly appreciate their entrusting me with themselves, and I NEVER take that lightly; because I know how hard it is to be vulnerable, and to trust someone in that state.

And in my ego, I like to feel needed and helpful. “Needed” is a strong word because most times they don’t need me, they just need to be reminded of who they are. But in those moments, it seems like they need me and, I like it. I like it because it causes me to believe that I am doing what I’m here to do; that I’m useful and necessary; that someone has left better than how they came, and I like that feeling.

I like to know that people believe they can come to me and hear what they need (not always want) to hear. I like to know that God in me is evident enough to where they are lead to it. And want to hear from it. And trust it.

I will no longer take it personal when some people only come to me in their darkest moments, while never asking about me. Because maybe I’m getting more out of it than them…?

What I know for sure is I would really like to trust enough to have a person to run to in my dark.

Truly, The Sad Encourager

Underground…

So, I was introduced to this show, less than 24 hours ago, and I found myself up last night well past my bedtime, binge watching. Then again today, fiendishly having to finish Season 1 because last night my eyes were burning for sleep so I couldn’t finish.

I may be late to it but, I must say, this show is one of the best shows I have ever seen. Every minute of every episode had me on the edge of my seat, with my emotions fully invested.

The characters draw you in and leave you feeling a way about them…well after the episodes credits run. The music score is so on point (thanks to Raphael Sadiiq) and sets such a great tone for the show. The plots leave your mouth gaping and you questioning, “huh?”, “how?”, “what?”

The pride of my blackness became even more puffed up with each episode, also. In a series of 10 episodes, seeing a small snippet into some of what my people endured and accomplished, left me feeling hella proud, and even determined. Determined to never again allow what black people have created, endured, so graciously overcome and so honorably lived through go unnoticed or forgotten.

I was also left mad and sad. Mad that our land was taken from us, then we were enslaved to cultivate it, killed to keep it running and destroyed for it’s profit. Sad because too many of us are still living with a slavery mentality. Sad because you get a glimpse into our constructed American demise. Sad at the state of mankind…then and now.

Imma end saying this, though…that Noah!!! He is a beautiful black man. I mean, beautiful. And his character confirms what I know – there is nothing like a black man, with a determined mind. There is nothing more godly, more attractive, or more on that king shit than that. I love to see it (televised and in real life).

 

 

 

 

 

Yea, though I walk through the valley…

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me. (Psalm 23:4)

No matter how thick the clouds, no matter how much rain has fallen, or how loud the thunder roars, the SON is always shining. In your darkest hours know with no doubt, that your God does not faint nor does He grow weary of you. Arise! For His light has shined upon you and life’s circumstances cannot fade it.  Never question His trustworthiness because of what is going on in life.  He is loving, He is faithful and, He has not, and will not EVER leave you.  While you may not feel Him, you must have faith that He is ever present and is keeping you, even while the wind and rain are beating on you.  Hold strong beloved; He who began a good work in you is faithful to complete it.  And soon your strength will be renewed and, you WILL soar over the storm.  Be still and KNOW that He is!

Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? There is no searching of His understanding. He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength…they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. (Isaiah 40: 28-29, 31)

 

3 Weeks; 21 Days; 504 Hours; 30,240 Minutes…

Continuing on this “all-natural” quest, I’ve started a 21 Day “Cleansing Fast”.  The goal of the fast is to get one to a place of clean eating (no added salt or sugar, no sodas, no processed foods, no fried foods…you get the point).  My goal includes more.

Now, I’ve done this fast a number of times and of all the times I’ve done it, only twice did I not cheat.  Those were the two times I did it for “spiritual reasons”.  In essence, I just wanted something from God and thought that if I showed my discipline and sacrifice, He’d have to reward me with what I wanted, when I wanted it.  I can be such a Pharisee.

The failed attempts were when I was doing it for an event or an outfit.  Usually, an outfit for an event.  I wanted to look cute and I wanted to be told I was cute, because I needed the distraction and validation of the compliments so I still wouldn’t have to deal with me.  Once that super cute outfit hugged me just right, I was off the fast…until the next facade.

This time is different, however.  This time, I am doing it for me!  I am doing it because I have to prove to myself that without the focus on the validating compliments and, without the distraction of a needed facade, I am worth it.  So, I will push beyond my greedy desires to crunch on Taco Shop, snack on Salt and Vinegar chips and, indulge in Dibs (all while wondering why, even though I work out 5-6 days a week, these last few pounds won’t disappear) simply for me! All of me.

This time I will show myself that I am worth the struggle (yes, it is a struggle…and, it’s real).  This time, I will embrace the mental clarity that comes with fasting, instead of turning on the TV or iPod to drown it out.  This time instead of moaning and complaining about how hungry I am (I probably still will), I will pray and, I will be still and, I will Selah.  With my mind clearing,  I will see things as they are and, in turn I will be thankful for the many unmerited blessings I have been given.  I will take this time to ask God to forgive me, I will forgive myself and, I will forgive others (for good).  I will use these precious moments to have real conversations with loved ones and, when I ask them, “How are you doing?”, I will listen.  It won’t just be a greeting this time and, I won’t over talk them, trying to solve their problems.  I will simply listen.  And when they are done, I will only share my love and respect for them.  I will encourage them in their dreams and aspirations.  I will build them up and hope to leave them better than they were when our conversation began.  I will do further research on the library I plan to open, I will run longer, I will hike further, I will write letters and, I will grow.

This time, the struggle will last beyond the thirty thousand, two hundred and forty minutes required of the fast.  This time, the discipline will seep into day 22, week 4, the 505th hour and, the 30, 241st minute.  This time, it’ll stick.

With every minute, of each hour, making up every day in the weeks that follow, I will be made better. I will grow closer to the Father, I will be more spirit led,  I will be a beacon of love and light.  And, as the Father’s relentless beckoning of me, causes me to deny my own wants and stick to that which I have said, I will become more like Him – all together lovely.

Pink + Mess = Me

Pink: pink represents compassion, nurturing and love. It relates to unconditional love and understanding, and the giving and receiving of nurturing. Pink is feminine and romantic, affectionate and intimate, thoughtful and caring. Pink is intuitive and insightful, showing tenderness and kindness with its empathy and sensitivity. In color psychology, pink is a sign of hope. It is a positive color inspiring warm and comforting feelings, a sense that everything will be okay.Pink calms and reassures our emotional energies, alleviating feelings of anger, aggression, resentment, abandonment and neglect

Mess: Dirty, untidy, or disordered condition; muddle, confusion, clutter

A Pink Mess.

Honey Chile…

So, I’ve kinda sorta embarked on this quest of an “all-natural” lifestyle.  No! This does NOT mean I’m taking out my weave.  And, yes!  I will continue to use bleach to clean everything.  But anyway, on my quest, I have found tons of helpful websites that provide information on “clean foods”; organic this, pure that, unprocessed this, unpasteurized that and, with each stroke of  my keyboard, I’m marking this and that off my “can eat” list and, I’m in my car, heading back to WholeFoods or Trader Joe’s.  FYI – this quest is not cheap.

This morning I read an article on all-natural skin care, wanted to try it and, decided to spend the rest of my 401K at WholeFoods.  For my face, I bought some organic, unpasteurized honey from “rescued bees”, organic, unfiltered apple cider vinegar (supposed to be a great toner) and organic, raw coconut oil (I am not a fan of coconut but, I hear it does wonders so…).

Here is my first honey mask:

* You can’t really tell I have anything on my face but, I promise it’s there =) *

I followed it up with the apple cider vinegar and coconut oil.  Thankfully, the coconut oil isn’t too coconut-y and my skin feels “supple like a lady” (PLEASE have gotten that movie quote.).

As I journey further down this clean path, I will provide honest (I had 3 blueberry muffins today) updates and I hope that something I say/admit provokes a change for the better. =)

-Sugar Hil

Hello world!

First, I’d like to thank Miss Paloma C.E. Robinson for unknowingly providing the perfect description of me and thus, the name of this blog page.

Second, as I am, this page is a work in progress so please, as I am not, be patient with me as I figure this new and scary and exciting venture out.

Where it all started from…

Mom and Dad

My mother is beautiful, smart, funny, resourceful and, the STRONGEST individual I have ever met!  She is amazing!  Her love is unconditional and her heart is one of the best ever made. She is my best friend and I am hers.

My father is handsome, funny, thoughtful and, the MOST encouraging individual God ever created. From day one, I was told I was the best; at whatever I wanted to do/be. His heart is huge and he is a man of God.

I no longer recall a time when they were together. So, in an effort to force the pure part of my subconsiousness to release the memories of way back when, I’ve hung this picture up by my desk.  Daily I gaze at it in the hopes that the memories will miraculously come flooding back; so graphic that they are palpable: the smells and sounds, the hugs and smiles and, the love and happiness I’d like to believe were present.

While their husband and wife love didn’t last, I’m reminded daily how much they appreciate the union because they have me.

I things I’ve learned and continue to learn from them can’t be numbered and no value can be placed on them.  They are infinite and precious.