The Midnight Owl

Up at an ungodly hour with a lot going through my mind. Recently on twitter, I read something about metaphors being a great help in dealing with certain issues because it can give you a new perspective on a familiar problem and hopefully motivate a change in behaviour to help deal with or eliminate the problem. metaphor (n) (1) a thing regarded as representative or symbolic of something else, especially something abstract (2) a figure of speech that directly refers to one thing by mentioning another for rhetorical effect. It may provide clarity or identify hidden similarities between two ideas ----- Beware of things/people that are just icing on the cake.  Better yet, beware of things/people that are just icing and aren't even on the cake. Imagine seeing somebody eating a plain piece of cake. Maybe you might start craving some yourself. Even if you don't, you kinda just overlook it. Nothing out of the ordinary. It's just a normal adult eating cake....

My best hours are usually 3am to 5am, for thinking and for writing. Recently, I've been waking up or already up at those times and I seriously cannot deny the powerful messages that flow through me so effortlessly. A lot has been going on and I feel the revolution of the feminine energy VERY strongly. The earth, society, households and us, our children have felt the imbalance for too long. We have affected our children, our households, our society, our earth by allowing ourselves to live with this imbalance. So the change must begin within. I ask that you begin and end reading this with an open mind. I ask that you read from a place of understanding BEFORE you judge if you feel you MUST judge. Disagreements are always welcome but I will not acknowledge arguments that oppose things I did not say. I can only defend what I said, not what you interpreted. And I tried my best to be as clear as possible and I am willing to clear up misunderstandings and answer questions. But I will not...

Good Day loved ones. If you haven't read the first post on respecting your youngers, feel free to take a quick read through. http://sativamarley.blogspot.com/2017/03/respect-your-youngers.html I have a little update today. Actually, maybe more of a proposal. For young folks and older folks alike because most people will experience being a part of both parties. Young folks, tell me if this sounds familiar: "Y'all young people think y'all know everything" "You wouldn't know about that, that was before your time" "You still young...you eh ready for that yet" -using words like "child" or "ti mamaille" (little child in Creole) or "girl/boy" in a sentence to undermine the younger person in question or rather, to 'remind' them of their 'place'. Parents/elders often encourage young people to speak out. They share things on social media (those that know how to use social media) that show ho...

Loves. Thank you for your patience. Things have been up and down and I realised I needed some real motivation. I also realised that I don't even go back and read my own posts. People tell me it's helped them but Lord alone knows why I don't let them help me. It's like I write them and leave it in the past. Honestly, I'm a tad intimidated by my previous posts because I worry that I might not be on that level anymore so I started with some of my journal entries instead. I found one today that really helped me and I thought I'd share. I hope it reaches at least one person that might need to see it. When you feel in full bloom.. The flower knows the possibility of being picked just to die.. ..still it blooms Love in full bloom Fear cannot exist in the same space as love The opinion of the flower itself matters little Is it one of love or fear? A new chapter is upon me. A new beginning. A new way of life. I sense it. I know it. I do things from t...

Good day, good people.  I've been trying to live in tune with the purest form of energy. I've been trying to master myself; become intuitive. What I didn't realise was, no matter how intuitive you might be, the real power is in actually listening to your intuition. Finding the courage and faith to not depend on any external factors but to simply listen to that inner voice (which for some of us might not come in the form of a voice; it could be a feeling).  Life has gifted me all types of experiences and my gift to myself is the wisdom extracted from each experience. My gift to you is living my life as an example of the wisdom that I intend to share. It is not enough to tell you what works. I must experiment on myself first.  I did a tarot reading this morning which I didn't intend to be for me but it resonated heavily and I got the urge to share it on my blog. I used the Osho Zen tarot deck, which is my new favourite deck lol.  This reading helped me...

Thank you for your patience. This is long overdue (as usual). I posted this picture on IG the other day with a caption speaking about how slow I am to recognise my own energy whereas other people pick up on it so easily. A lot of that came from self-doubt. I'm still struggling with that a little bit but I'm becoming a little more confident each day. The idea to write this was inspired by a conversation I had with a new friend of mine. A conversation that happened after my ig post and I didn't realise the two would connect so beautifully. So this is a little insight into the lessons I've been learning and how the conversation I had was able to help me sum them all up into something coherent lol. Bear with me.. There are very few people in this world that I've come across that speak to the God in me. Throughout my life, I've tried my best to speak to the God in others. I learn them and I learn what triggers them into action. Sometimes it might be as simple ...

I'm so grateful for all the lessons and the support I've been getting having moved back home. It really has not been an easy transition and it is still not complete. I hope to eventually find the peace that I thought being back in St. Lucia would grant me. Until then, I'll just be learning these lessons and trying to keep up my optimism and faith.  I want to express myself as clear as possible and as honest as possible about my experience moving back so I'll give a few stories about the different areas of my life. Once I set foot back in St. Lucia and I felt that warmth, I was a happy critter. I smiled all the way home. My friend..scratch that..my sister, Nicole, came to meet me at home with a macaroni pie with the words, "Welcome home, sweet patat" written in ketchup on the top. It might not seem like much but man, I could've cried right there and then. I got to finally meet her daughter (my adopted Godchild now) and obviously we fell in love. It r...