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#unleashthespeed @nikenyc #nikenyc #freefuelbandswag #nyclife @teamepiphany  (at Skylight at Moynihan Station)
Jan 27, 2014

#unleashthespeed @nikenyc #nikenyc #freefuelbandswag #nyclife @teamepiphany (at Skylight at Moynihan Station)

Jan 19, 2014
My new perspective on work ||
The key to a successful career is realizing that it should no longer be separate from the rest of my life…it should actually reflect the best parts of my being. #sundayreading #mariannewilliamson #bringloveintoyourwork #2014lifegoals
Jan 5, 2014

My new perspective on work ||
The key to a successful career is realizing that it should no longer be separate from the rest of my life…it should actually reflect the best parts of my being. #sundayreading #mariannewilliamson #bringloveintoyourwork #2014lifegoals

Dec 30, 2013

Some of the best moments of 2013…time to suit up for 2014.
#nye2014 #2014 #yearoflovetravelandgrowth

Early morning sun over NY. Looking forward to 2014. #backhome #brooklyn
Dec 30, 2013

Early morning sun over NY. Looking forward to 2014. #backhome #brooklyn

Brunch at lil sisters new house. #ekelemeclan #saturdaybrunch
Dec 28, 2013

Brunch at lil sisters new house. #ekelemeclan #saturdaybrunch

Xmas party Team Epiphany style. #turnt #getit
Dec 20, 2013

Xmas party Team Epiphany style. #turnt #getit

Sunday dinner is the best. It’s my attempt to extend Thanksgiving (my mommas cooking) every week. #familytime #sundaydinner  #foodmadewithlove (at Two Twenty Eight)
Dec 8, 2013

Sunday dinner is the best. It’s my attempt to extend Thanksgiving (my mommas cooking) every week. #familytime #sundaydinner #foodmadewithlove (at Two Twenty Eight)

siggon:

thegodmolecule:
here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
Dec 1, 2013 / 128,067 notes

siggon:

thegodmolecule:

here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
Finally get to finish my 1st Marianne Williamson book. Embracing abundance is less about money but more about recognizing all types of opp for abundance that is presented to you. You just have to see it and recognize when it finds you. #lawofdivinecompensation #sundayreading #meditation #yogalife
Dec 1, 2013 / 4 notes

Finally get to finish my 1st Marianne Williamson book. Embracing abundance is less about money but more about recognizing all types of opp for abundance that is presented to you. You just have to see it and recognize when it finds you. #lawofdivinecompensation #sundayreading #meditation #yogalife