Everyday Occurrances

Q&A: THE WOMAN KING Screenwriter Dana Stevens Reflects on Her Thirty-Year Career From the film that made her want to work in cinema, to how her screenwriting craft has evolved over the years, to THE WOMAN KING's Oscar snub, we cover it all

Unrealistic, the version I know to be true.
Unrealistic crush. A fickle friend. As common as chicken fry and holy nights.
When the dance of a flame became unwittingly deceivable. The tango of two is ever so crude in a place where a true act can be sewn in fabrications of the silken soot. Where one give and takes the expression of an intake and a touch simply becomes nothing more than a momentary feeling. A place so common for man to find in a world where love is nothing but an innocent crime. For those who see something to come. Our place is based on factual embrace. The one who entertains and doesn't find joy in the hearts of those they find fame. A sacred path to learn between fates design and one nights cry. Under the stars truth carries a flame. Where you find the two under the night sky. Figuring out where one Flys. Under a sky that doesn't take sides. A fault in fates design. A story line that almost feels like a crime. When one can be so ready for something to get brilliantly heavy . In a desire to be in sultry delight where manifest is something of the light. A witty joke for the lover that sees. Until the day ones heart bleeds. Under a star the sews in beads. A realistic love that is true to be. In hearts delight that doesn't cast illusions within the dark nights. Soul speaks loud and clear. Intentions highly tuned for everyone to hear. A place where love can thrive. And the heart can stop wandering in the mystery of the dance in all. Because one knows they can be true to the call. In a love that never falls.

June 24th, 25th At Kahilu Theater. I am joyfully compelled to share with you that we have been rehearsing to share with you the iconic show, RENT. Based in the 80's, this rock opera speaks to the AIDS/HIV epidemic. It is because the bohemian lifestyle that artists today can express themselves and find purpose through their respective craft. This story reveals the struggles and victories from not only the bohemian lifestyle, but also those who have chosen to leave the artist life behind. Come join us as we perform for you RENT the musical at Kahilu Theater.

I'll never get the closure I deserve from my abuser. Because he'll never admit to me of all the abuse he imposed on me. He'll make me the villain in his story and list all the things hes done to me. But create it as if that list is what I've done. I know the truth and that list of abuse is what he has done to me. And his dissociation is to protect himself from the internal shame. I have to radically accept that he may never accept his character. And it's not easy, but it's essential.

I have to radically accept that all the people that have abused me, took advantage of me, and caused me harm...will never admit to themselves or to me. What they have done.

There is power to know that I was not the cause of their dysfunction. I was a character in their story to serve them up medicine of realization. That their actions can deeply affect a person and their entire life trajectory. Whether or not they will ever admit that is not up to me. But I know the truth and it is the ultimate. And in that, I hold the power.
I've gone down a road that fed into my enraged spirit because I never got the closure I deserved. And ever since a child, I was placed into abusive situations I didn't deserve to be in. I acted out and made my vendetta. Because I never got the admittance I wanted from the people that caused me harm. And in return of their actions I made sure to be the person they will never pili. And took things to the extremes so they would never walk into my life again.

It served me in peace of knowing a person that abused me would never walk into my life on their own accord. But in return it has placed a shard into my soul. It has affected my spiritual life and muddied my waters. I had choices to make and I made the ones that made the most damage upon myself. And I'm aware of that. Out of anger I have made choices that were not of the highest good. Yet, we're essential for my protection.

I have to radically accept that my actions have been made. And there is no way to change what has been done. But I can still continue to heal from the abuse I've endured. That I can heal the anger within me. And in time I will grow from this and become the person I am meant to be.

Sometimes the way through the hard stuff is to find new reasons to live. Or maybe it's even to open my mind to wander through the worlds beauty. That of which has always existed and will always persist beyond any of us. Even in the immense beauty of how insignificant my life is; within the eternal life of this planet. I am inspired to add significance in my own little way to further along the process of healing for our planet, our collective, and for my future children. The mindset I take with me through all the suffering I have faced is this...I will not be stopped to fulfill my purpose. With the guidance of the Gods, angels, and ascended masters I will fulfill my destiny and be present in the journey I was born into. Until the time of completion has met my final breath...my final prayer.

Rome will always have my heart, but Panicale will always feel like home. A lesson I learned that I knew in theory is this. The little things add up and that's what love is. Tough love, real love....subtle love.

Serving the looks 👌🏽 feeling like a baddie in this outfit

Great drinks, great company, great conversations.

I need more friends that pick me up and go cruise. I'm socially deprived affff. Just planting the seed.