Consistency Is Not Having 100% Every Single Attempt, Consistency Is Giving All You Got Every Single Attempt.

ah, i’m so bad at posting here. acknowledging this Day of Mourning from the lands of Kiikaapoi, Peoria, Potawatomi, Myaamia & Ochethi Sakowin people, aka Chicago, derived from a native word for garlic (mmm…) which is really suitable for me because I live here now 🌱🧄✨

whose.land are you on? talk about it over dinner this weekend with your fam & what it means to give the #landback. considering everything, listening & learning from indigenous people is the least you can do.

Brick by brick! 🧱

Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.

1. Is she a main character? YES.

2. Does this character fall in love with a white man? NO.

3. Does this character end up raped or killed at any point during the story? NO / NO.

Jax and Roki from Fancy Dance both pass The Ali Nahdee Test!

Woven Through Generations

Monica Zavala (Gabrielino/Tongva Nation, Acjachemen, and Mexican)

acrylic on canvas. 15” x 30”

When we engage in the art of hair braiding, we infuse it with the purity of our intentions, a gesture that takes on profound significance when it's the tresses of a beloved individual we weave. The act of braiding becomes a powerful symbol, as we intertwine three sections of hair, each one representing the mind, the body, and the spirit.

In my youth, my mother would lovingly braid my hair, creating cherished moments that have left an indelible mark on my heart. As the passage of time bestows maturity, I find myself continuing this timeless tradition by tenderly braiding her hair. In this cycle, we bridge the generations, preserving this beautiful connection that transcends both time and space. The hands that perform this act of love and tradition are mine, as I braid my mother's hair, perpetuating the legacy of our shared bond.

Some friends from today in the #sepulvedabasinwildlifereserve in #losangeles. The caterpillars are Hyles lineata, aka white-lined sphinx moth (Google them, they’re pretty cool). All said we counted more than 12 in and amongst two California fuchsia. Can’t say for certain, but I’m thinking these hungry lil guys have chomped all the flowers and tipped the ends of the stems.

Today: 2/4/25

Week been consistent with work out and homework. Don't know why the melancholy has been at me lately. We're getting through it. Always seems like so much. There's always more to do. Always more to get done.

Follow for the same picture of a rock every day

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