Sunday, March 25, 2012

How I Got Schooled

Yes, it's true. I went to a private college-prep institution called, you guessed it, Garden School. I look back fondly on my days spent there, though by the time I could make choices on my own I was more interested in NYC clubs and expressions of my spirit. What I didn't realize, in my 12 years of attendance, was that this small community of like-minded students was the initiator of my plight to be a free spirit and educate others on how to express their own individuality in this lifetime.

While we were meant to conform to dress codes, health codes and ethical codes, I knew I was meant to dance and explore and find a way to set myself free of the seemingly constraining education my parents decided to bestow on me. I discovered my real education on the dancefloor at 2am, when drag queens would be workin what their mamas gave them in vivid color and sparkle and creativity so unique that it set the stage for my own moral standings. What I discovered was that we are of our own creation. I discovered that as humans, we all want to express ourselves and connect with others. I discovered that no one can tell you how to do your thing, because you know better than anyone else.

I was a teenager at the time and over the past 20-some-odd-years I have been exploring, uncovering, still discovering what makes us tick...what is it that makes us happy, motivated, fulfilled? I don't have all of the answers, but I have some. I hope that in sharing my own experiences, in offering some gems that I have found along the way and in painting a picture of freedom in words and images, I will help others uncover their own truths and the channel in which to feel, heal, and express them.

The biggest lesson I have gotten schooled on? There is a greater power at play...and it is in you. Whether you find it on the dance floor, the canvas, the hiking trail, the ocean, or anywhere else you may seek your personal sanctuary; know that it is ALL you. Love is in the air, because you are breathing...

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