Somebody Loves You

Back in September I had the pleasure of traveling to Philly to film the video for “Somebody Loves You” by Dice Raw, featuring Raheem Devaughn. I was the lead actress and this beautifully filmed black and white video tells a story that many women are unfortunately all too familiar with. I hope you enjoy! Support real music! Support music that UPLIFTS women!

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Namaste!

Completed vision boards!

By far one of the most beautiful events I participated in this summer was “Camp for Champs” run by our very own Miami Heat NBA Champion James Jones. This camp was designed for foster care youth through the Department of Children and Families and was held on FIU’s campus. The camp focuses on life skills as well as outdoor activities like basketball, kayaking, caring for horses, YOU NAME IT!

Outdoor fun!

Walking into that room filled with wide eyed, brilliant and hopeful youth made my heart swell with love. I was so anxious to speak love and positivity into their worlds. The girls I spoke to were magnificent souls that opened their ears to hear me tell them that every dream they have for their future can indeed come true with positive affirmations and hard work.

Working with children is always a rewarding experience, but working with children who may not even have the basic need of parental LOVE fulfilled in their lives makes the experience more crucial and special to me. You never know what foster children have had to endure. We are never quite sure of what they may have missed out on in their most formative years. All you can be sure of is that your presence as a role model is valuable and that you don’t want to blow your chance at making a difference in one of their lives.

I loved every minute of it and hope that the young ladies I had the privilege of speaking with enjoyed putting together their very own vision boards. Hopefully they wake up every day and look at those boards inspired to work toward their goals. So many beautiful souls to reach, so little time.
Thanks to Shawn McCullough (@ShawnboyUSA the “marketing maniac”) for inviting me to be a speaker at this marvelous camp. Thanks to James Jones for putting together such a marvelous opportunity for these awesome children. Thanks to AJ Shorter for the awesome photography. Follow him at @AJ2Photography on Twitter.

Each one teach one!

Aisha Thalia

I tried Aura Photography a few months ago at Bagua in the Design District and as I was looking through my desk I saw the picture they gave me with the colors floating around my head.

Going into it, I was skeptical that a camera could pick up colors around my head. I have always known that people can see auras but wasn’t too convinced technology could. I’m still not sure if it was the psychic reading those things about me and programming her camera to reflect them into the image or what. Either way, once I saw the picture full of purples, pinks and a little orange with magentas evenly balanced around my head I was impressed. Not because the colors existed, but because they were so on point with the description of me:

She said the colors that appeared meant that I’m loving, my decisions are fueled by love, I’m not very logical, I have a psychic intuition, I’m a creator, I get things done and I make a difference in the world!

Say "Cheese!"

I liked that description a lot and it made a lot of sense. I’m so sensitive and so driven by love that I always make decisions based off of that love and sometimes my decisions are not always very logical. Ah well.

If you are interested in Aura Photography in Miami, I suggest you call Atena Komar 305-297-5516 or go to her website mysticalflorida.com.

My Light..
Rushing through my veins, the best drug in the world…I’m high..
Swimming through my soul, the most beautiful mermaid…I’m high..
Twirling and dancing and singing and Loving
It gets no better than this…until…
Pounding in my chest, pounding in my chest…anxiety grips my mind
Not knowing, not knowing…Not knowing if the feeling will last
My drug…
Crashing down around me like glass from a shattered mirror
My world goes dark…
Smell the sadness and anger in the room
Through dialated pupils I can see..in the mirror..The mirror!
I turn away, horrified at what I might see…who’s there?
Gone is my perfect image…the image…my image?
I catch a glimpse in the mirror of a reflection
But only a monster stares back at me…
Who are you? Where do you come from? and Why?
She stares back and laughs…she laughs..shes laughing at me!
As I cry, she laughs but she begins to look just like me
Rushing through my veins, the worst drug in the world…I’m no longer high…
Swimming through my soul with as much grace as a monster truck..I’m low…
No more twirling, no more dancing, no more singing, no Love…
Only lonliness remains
I sit alone and look for my Light…
But only the monster remains
Staring at me
I search for My Light, My Light..Where did it go?
She scared it all away. Again.
I should be angry, but
Shes all I have left now so I embrace her…
After all, she’s Me.

Poetry by Aisha Thalia

"Depression"