Ready or not, here I come! It’s a party to celebrate the woman I am and how far I’ve come. I am the living dead rising from the grave: It’s my coming out party. I am a Goddess arising to assume the throne: It’s my ascension ceremony. “I’m having a private party, learning how to love me, celebrating the woman I’ve become. It’s not ego or vanity. I’m just celebrating me.” (India Arie). Happy reBirthday to Me! All are invited. All joyous spirits are welcome.
It’s a cooler party. That means BRING YOUR DRINKS. Look forward to tasty nyammings off the famous Nicolls Family JERK PIT. Don’t worry about the cold, we’ll have a BLAZING BONFIRE on the beach.
On April 17, 2009, consciousness returned to consciousness in the form of the death of my Man of Steele. Since then, I have been unborn. I was the living dead, pregnant with my own life. During 9-months of gestation, I’ve been developing my human potentiality: gaining nourishment, building strength in preparation for my rebirth. I had a season of tears. I had a season of tearing down. I had a season of searching. The purpose: to release and renew. Now, this is my time to be reborn. This is my time to laugh. This is my time to dance. This is my time to flower.