Being an empath who was completely unaware of my gifts almost cost me my life.
I found myself at a significant turning point because I knew that I could no longer be a healing wellspring for others, while my own needs got shoved to the friend zone because I was seeking approval.
Until recently, I wore a great number of hats seeking to please others, creating a sticky loop of codependency.
Becoming a yoga teacher and gardener, assisted me with
nurturing the quieted voice inside of me
My self study assisted me with trusting my own fucking drip and shattering the paradigm of playing small.
In my zeal to rise in love and take responsibility for the shit show I wrote, directed, and starred in, I embarked on an adventurous path of self-discovery of passionprenurship living off of little to nothing and the generosity of others so that I could excavate the ruins within me to
rediscover what had been forgotten
Ashanti Gumbo is a feeling, a cultural community, a lifestyle, a collection of unrelated ingredients individually, but when brought together creates a cohesive and fulfilling digestible soup for the seeking soul.
Our life is a ritual and together as a community, we set intentions, create sustainable visions, and free ourselves of the illusion I call “colonial Kool-Aid” to ascertain the sweet essence of the now.
As a family, we fully embody ourselves in our truth with zero apology while celebrating the joys of being royally compensated for doing so.