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Little Alex..
You weren’t planned by your father, but you were by your mother. In fact, he told your mom that if you were a girl he wouldn’t pick your mom up from the hospital. Maybe this would be a subconscious core wound you would carry unbeknownst until you became an adult. But you were so loved by your mother that she named you after her, Alejandra. Alejandra was the name your grandmother gave your mother named after a waltz, Vals de Alejandra.
Your mother was going to instill hatred towards your big arms, but life had it other wise so that you could hold all the children, carry them, and lullaby them across nations, seas, planes and mountains.
Your aunts, uncles, and colleagues would question what you were doing with multiple degrees and no material fortune. But you didn’t care because this was greater than yourself.
You were going to have namesakes across villages, and referred to as maman, fap tew, Tata, Mame Diarra, Khady Marie, Ms. Alex.
Oh little Alejandrita you came from being held to doing the holding. These big arms would always be filled with tender love and care.
We are doing okay. 💕 by @thuggiebear

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2 years ago

I believe in miracles.
I believe that we are sound light and rays.
Every day when we go to sleep we are dying.
I believe in indigenous intelligence.
I believe in freedom and liberty for all beings and people.

When I was seven or eight, I use to think that holding my breath was what it felt like to die. I would hold my breath for as long as I could and in the moment of holding my breath during the silence during the darkness I associated that to death and then I would gasp for air and would tell myself that wasn’t so bad.

Last year during my second blood clot driving in the middle of the night through Phoenix, Arizona thinking I was dying and calling my nieces and father and sisters and saying my goodbyes the only thing that came to me was strong prayer and Mahamrityunjaya mantra. I chanted deeply and fervently.
I was blessed to live.
I keep on coming back home again and again.

Every path, every turn, every obstacle, every heartbreak, every success, every mistake has led me to where I am now.

The wounded healer that is welcomed back through the power of the third by the village. By the community.

My dance, to heal my womb, my voice, to heal my mind, my movement to heal my heart.

This is not a page of spiritual bypassing. This is a page of remembrance. This is a page of celebrating worthiness in every form. This is a page of celebration of reverence, for resolution, for compassion + action, for acceptance.

Let me be clear now.
I want a world that loves.
I want the end of genocide and capitalistic patriarchal productivity.
I want all hearts to remember we are not meant to survive alone but to survive as a tribe.
I want to rid my body of dis-ease.
I want to float in neuroprotective huddles of pools of hugs.
I want every action we make to think like our past elders and weight its impact on seven generations ahead.
I want safety.
I want us all to go from a fear state to a trust state.
I see it
Feel it
Taste it
And I’m grateful for it all.✨

-with love Your Amiga Alex 🤍

And if this is prayer is not for you, I wish you well too, unfollow me and goodbye 👋🏼 by @thuggiebear

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a year ago

Thank you @thuggiebear for handling us with such grace and care, conducting the most beautiful solo orchestra with your voice and instruments and allowing us to come back to at our own personal times. It was an unmeasurable experience that we will surely keep with us forever ♾️ by @thuggiebear

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What if the very thing that disrupted your landscape created the conditions for something else to flourish?

In just 24 hours, a flood transformed this landscape into a home for ducks.

What we might perceive as disruption, nature experiences as transformation.

This is cognitive flexibility. It’s learning to see beyond our first interpretation. There is a distinction of what the flood means to us and what the water makes possible for the ducks. That distinction is neuroplasticity.

Water arrives. The landscape changes. Life responds.

In expressive arts therapy, we explore this same capacity for transformation: how an unexpected experience can become an invitation to perceive, create, and discover new meaning.

From a somatic perspective, nature reminds us of our capacity to adapt. From a neuroscience perspective, our brains are capable of reorganizing through experience, attention, and learning.

And spiritually, I see the power of God in the extraordinary intelligence of creation.

What was once dry land became a place of refuge.

Perhaps not every disruption is a destruction. Sometimes, within the unexpected, something new finds a place to belong.

Endlessly in awe of life,🤍
Your Amiga Alex✨ taken in Indio , California by @thuggiebear

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2 days ago

Let me take you into a little bit of the mindset I was in before this…

I had experienced a horrible cramp in my leg that made me freeze, triggering memories of the sensation I felt when a blood clot was forming in my leg. There were conversations I wanted to have but hadn’t yet, I was feeling overwhelmed with everything I was still unpacking, literal suitcases and emotional dialogues, and I wasn’t feeling particularly motivated, inspired, or even called to any song.

But I was reaching for joy. Reaching for that better-feeling thought.

The heart of what I’m sharing is about finding your way back to joy when joy isn’t coming naturally.

Even when we’re not feeling inspired, passionate, or particularly motivated, we can still reach for joy embodied.

After a frustrating long time skipping nexts, I found a song, allowed myself to move, and somewhere between the music and the movement, something began to shift.

It’s not about pretending to be happy. It’s about consciously participating in the creation of your own joy, even when you’re not quite feeling it yet.

Sometimes we have to move before we feel moved.

My philosophy is creating from within, rather than waiting for your external circumstances to change.

With love,🤍
Your Amiga Alex✨ taken in EōS Fitness by @thuggiebear

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I empty myself because I know with absolute certainty that I get to experience the great, passionate, reciprocal love and life I’ve always dreamed of, and this is how I behave from my truth of felt sense.

I normalize being wild and magic and melting into myself.

Being Godly is the only formula pulsating inside of me.

It is my requirement to language love, health, wealth, into existence.

All 20 billion of my cells are on board with that.

This knowing is a fucking ocean, not a glimmer.

Respectfully and deeply passionate,
Your Amiga Alex✨ by @thuggiebear

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4 days ago

Such a good classic brushing up on the fundamentals of hip hop✨
Thank you @inmovementdance for the class and the rocket ship scientist encouragement 🚀

#dancemovement #movementmedicine #femmehiphop #commercial taken in Palm Desert, California by @thuggiebear

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Marrakshiya✨

In my Moroccan Princess era💚✨

🙂‍↔️ dis a silk kaftan

hiya Marrakshiya🇲🇦

📸 get you a private photographer💋10/10 recommendation

#marrakech #kaftan #morocco #maroc #couture taken in Marrakech, Morocco by @thuggiebear

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Such a happy day ❤️🇺🇸🇲🇦

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#chaabi #chaabimusic🎼🎶🎵🎤🎼🎼🎤🎧📼📼🎻 #dance #viral #fyp taken in Sidi Bouzid (Maroc) by @thuggiebear

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18 days ago

This is the person I am becoming✨

They say third time is a charm,and this is my third time in Essaouira.The visit after 7 years since I called Morocco home.These chicks were 2Dirham each.I didn’t expect the vendor to be from Guinea Conakry but he was delighted when I spoke my very rusty Pulaar with him, the Fulakunda I had forgot I learned and technically would be language number 8😵‍💫🐥

This is my self reflection as I left this beautiful town.

I do not remain the person who feels how others want me to be felt.

I am the home and the heat

It’s my choice

I can decide for myself

I choose the spark even after the spark has done all the work

Always landing in love

Even if the fall hurts

I love the person I find standing in the fall

I find truth in the fall

My love does not arrive in explosions

But it expands and is residue from the collide of the first stars

People and work that became home

There is no audition for this love

It is sometimes the music in silence

And it is sometimes a philharmonic orchestra playing underwater and outer space at the same time

It is the oxygen that carries uncertainty through the waters of the fall of the illusion

That as natural as love is, it requires work

It requires understanding.It requires tending too

The butterflies I chase are not in the ones of the stomach,
but they are the ones that nature sends me when I am on the right path

They are the ones in a bracelet a kind stranger gave me
This love enters like lightning and it enters as light as fog over the sky

Choosing love even when wounds are an inconvenience.
To want to know the boringness,the mood swings,the flaws the addictions

Loving what stands as truth to find the ways to relate
Relate to struggles
Relate to life
Relate to surviving
Relate to wanting more

To expand even when it hurts

To stretch out even when it bleeds

These are not dreams that charge bank overdraft fees per swipe per tap

This is the power of the dream the truth of the layers of love falling and standing still

The endless taps and swipes of a bank of life and love that never runs out

The daring to become
even through the unknown

With love🤍
Your Amiga Alex✨ taken in Essaouira by @thuggiebear

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Sometimes you can feel the texture of presence✨
The fabric of the sound
The prana in the murals
The movement of the wind
The touch of the air
The fragrance of the ocean
The warmth generated by the sun
The palpable palatable buds on your skin, tongue, and the tissue enveloping the heart, a remembrance of tastes that touch the pericardium and the tingling of your prefrontal cortex registering the reality, the dream, and the memory.

This is my life.
Embodiedly learning, sensing, and emanating.

With love, 🤍
Your Amiga Alex✨

#embodied #nondualsomatics #maroc #morocco #essaouira taken in Essaouira, Morocco by @thuggiebear

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