La Trenza del Barrio

When you finally find yourself within the chaos, having taken a healthy pause, the chaos vanishes. Falling in love with myself has been an amazing journey. Love is amazing! The new mindset comes after such an incredible spiritual journey, which I embrace so much that I now understand that in order to attract abundance, you have to stay positive even within the perceived chaos, stay present in the moment, and understand that a temporary circumstance, however challenging, is just that, temporary. The universe works with you and presents the path you are meant to be on. The way you interpret a situation is completely up to you, but what if?! What if a situation is meant to create an even better path? An even better experience? TRUST! Trust with all your being, and life shows you the way you are meant to go. Allow. Falling in love means the ego has taken a back seat and the heart and mind are trusting and fighting for truth!

Releasing has been a spiritual journey for the history books. I am owning everything I still need to work on and I am doing the spiritual pilgrimage to my own personal energy healing. There was so much to sift through. The spiritual teachers that have been a part of this journey, I will forever be indebted to and grateful for because I don't think I would have been able to do it on my own. I understand that I deserve to be the best version of myself to reach my highest potential, living my life driven by my purpose. What no longer serves me, I bid you, adieu. And I mean that for real. I refuse to continue to expose myself to what hurt me in the first place. That would be self-torture at its finest; self-inflicted. Why would I need a constant reminder? When you keep revisiting something, it means that another evolution must take place, a reflection to gain a new understanding of something you thought you had under control. It's interesting to me how that happens. What els

They did the best they could. The foundational groundwork that I was exposed to as a child required me to fix the many holes that affected me a young person haphazardly evolving into an adult. We did not grow up with religion. I mean, we were Catholic, but not practicing Catholics. The ironic part is that my mother is quite religious. But my mother used to say that my father wanted nothing to do with church. So we never went. Her and I would go on occasion, together. And at one point, I was a part of the church choir, but it would never be a solid foundation. I would explore Philosophy and other religions later on in life because of my natural curiosity of things and I would embrace many pieces from all of them. The exposure to the fighting was the foundational groundwork. The exposure to the many times my mother would run away was the foundational groundwork. The name calling, the yelling, the throwing things, the cursing, that foundational groundwork became a broken record. We