LOVE…Gotten. Understood. Seen


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“Why would he love HER! she is no youngin’ and she’s not rich (in money)
I don’t get it.
She doesn’t have a ‘bangin’ bod’ with booty inserts…well rounded. She is not ‘light skinned’!
I don’t understand.
What does she bring?…I cant see.
Why her!?”
You don’t get it because your view is flawed.
You don’t understand because you’ve been mind raped and your thoughts are not your own.
You have been captured; held for ransom yet unpaid. ‘Bamboozled, hoodwinked…Led astray and ran amok.’ ”
You can’t see because you are blind; you do not know Queen.
Your royalty sailed away from your shores with shiny cheap trinkets in its place. Birthright sold on the backs of oiled and shiny men…women…children.
He loves her because she loves herself. She regales in her womanhood; her royalty…the fact that she is Queen.
She is confident.
He loves her because she KNOWS love, energy and respect.
Because he feels her across time space; across distractions.
This is why he loves her.
She feels his joy, anger, sadness…she is wind beneath his wings
Balm for that which ails him.
He loves her because new age lover she is not; tit for tat lover…never.
He loves her because she is easy to love and with her he is free…really free.
I am not unclear. I know why he loves me. 💜
– A.s.Goulb

WHO’S HOUSE!?! (Title credit: Someone’s Inspiration)


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I haven’t written on the blog in a long time so as the New Year begins this is somewhat of a reflective posting.
I’m sharing with you some insights I have gained throughout the past year.
All of my experiences I try to learn from and 2014 was a year of many lessons.
As I walked through some personal experiences; the people around me who were privy to it shared their thoughts and only a treasured few saw it for what it truly was; a time of growth and blessings.
I’m not knocking the ones who had a different vision…they are all my friends and people I treasure in my life. They however, showed me things that made me sad.
They showed me that a lot of people are living very limited lives akin to gangrene, upon which they put the prettiest, brightly colored bandage and ignore the fact that an appendage or two may fall off and that they face imminent death.
I found that people place an inordinate amount of importance in the material things of life while they ignore their heart, mind and their inner peace.
Now don’t get me wrong…I’m not advocating for a pious life of poverty and downtrodden-ness (is that even a word!?); having material possessions can certainly make ones’ life easier and more comfortable and you can buy more shoes!
What I indeed advocate for is perspective and the understanding that in the grand scheme of things; you the animate, is decidedly more important than things.
The charge is to take care of your peace. Erase drama from your life and do not welcome it. Shut the door in its face.
As someone said; probably for different reasons…”who’s house!?” Understand clearly that your life is your house and you and you alone have the responsibility to keep it free from crap!
Some of the decisions you have to make to “clean your house” are sometimes not easy but it has to be done and only the strong ones can make this call and follow through.
On the outside these things may look selfish to others but again…it must be done.
So while this posting is somewhat of a reflective one; it is also one bearing hard on the future, on happiness and peace and in the pursuit of such.
This state of being does not rest in our families, lovers or God forbid! Our careers!
It lies in the naked evaluation of ourselves (which we have no obligation to share with anyone), and admitting things to ourselves that we may never admit to another living soul. Our Sh**ty ways most definitely included! The things that are usually so hard to face about ourselves.
The man/woman in the mirror!?
Do not make a resolution; that Auld Lang Syne cliché on New Year’s Eve is not a resolution; it’s an eighty percent drunken promise you won’t remember in the morning!

With a clear head, DECIDE to protect your peace, (recapture it, for those who have given it away or sent it off with the rest of the garbage to a Michigan landfill) Protect your dream and pursue it.
Decide to be happy.
Now, before you go all ape sh*t on me; this is not a promise of some kind of Nirvana, Utopia where there are no sad days and that some moron isn’t going to come out of the woodwork; open the door to their car and ding the hell out of your ride and drive away!
Life is beautiful, and yes it is a rose garden! But for those who don’t know, there are quite a few thorns on rose bushes, but they are amazing beautiful and smells divine.
💜 Andrea.



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Here I am on a Sunday afternoon actually heading out the door and this thought came to me, “why do some women, by default or something else, give men permission to make them a sex object?”
Before I go further, let me clarify that I’m not by any stretch implying that those women “asked” for it by the way they dress or otherwise.
These days especially with the proliferation of social media, the objectification most times take place in writing, photos etc. and this public forum is an immediate invitation for other men to join in.
The most disturbing aspect for me is that some men do this with the woman they are “seeing”.
Now, I’m no prude and my man can be dirty with me, and talk dirty to me; as a matter of fact I believe this can be a critical part of foreplay. What I won’t “allow” is the public objectification of myself on social media or any media or in social groups and I certainly won’t “like” it!
Is the ease with which these women accept this as natural behavior rooted in a lack of self confidence or self esteem?
And for the men with the penchant to do this, is their need for this rooted in affirming their sexual prowess; a kind of badge of honour?
So, at this point I will answer the question on your mind; No I am not a feminist; Neither am I misandric
My growing fear for the men who continually objectify women is that they will eventually devolve into misogyny and then…I don’t know; they become lost men?
I am not naïve to the fact that just as some women discuss their sexual encounters with their best friend, some men do the same; with their best friend. I personally have no objection to that; but that’s me.
My observation has been that not every woman who sexually entrance these men are dealt the same cards; some women are treated with the highest respect and they would never dream of objectifying them.
As a matter of fact, these women are completely desired, sexually and intellectually and not seen as a walking vagina.
My question is; what is the dividing line?
I believe it has a lot to do with how these men perceive women and the cues that they pick up on interaction. They then attached a value.
Could it be that some women are afraid of that man walking away that they acquiesce and become “okay” with being a sex object? Hmmm… Food for thought.
Obviously I don’t have answers; maybe I never will, but these are some of my observations, questions and concerns. Maybe the thought has entered your mind as well…?



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There are a myriad of things people are afraid to do or to say for fear that their actions will be view negatively. Some things must be done to accomplish our purpose; your mission.
When one has been dubbed leader, they must lead as this is their mission.
Life is about growth and an expansion of self and we really must lead the charge once we have been dubbed ~ “to honour with a new title or description”.
Many people traverse this life without ever finding their life purpose; what makes them complete.
If you have found what makes you tick and smile with joy or bounce around when you think of it or do it; be an inspiration.
Step into your purpose as a leader and mentor. Do not belittle your purpose by not embracing the assigned mission.
You cannot learn much or grow exponentially among those who are content to remain in the same place. Keep them in your life, remember them, be around them, though always with the clear understanding that your journeys are different and while they are loading the van to go for a road trip you are in a gravity influenced simulator preparing for your trip to the moon. ~ Luvninasimone

You are set apart; do you not know this?
Selected, chosen, sent on a mission
You are chosen to lead; are you not aware?
Entrusted with treasures to keep and some to share
Elected to guide the aimless by works and by example
You are to be the stuff of inspiration
Poster boy for “It can be done!”
To show all that quality indeed trumps quantity
To teach the path of discerning taste; discerning choices
To be knighted mentor, genius, savant.
To step into the role of extraordinary
To stand tall and be strong
You are not meant to become lost among the masses
You wear a crown and a kings robe
Step proudly with humble heart into your monarchy
Not to rule but to lead
To tread new, exciting unfamiliar paths
This is your moment; this is your purpose; this is your life
You are set apart, do you not know this?

Purple Cape


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I wrote this piece on a day when I was not necessarily my most positive or most optimistic.
I wrote this because I believe that it is extremely important to speak things into existence.
Speak always of what you want and NOT what you don’t want.
Use your precious energy to speak of what/who you want to be and where/how you want to be ~ LuvNinaSimone.


Most every day I wear my cape, its deep purple, royal and velvet
Most days I am superwoman
Those days nothing deter me, nothing shake my stance
My shield is optimism, my sword is positivity
On these days you will find me making a path through brush and thicket
A champion for my cause and those I love
As I stand tall straight and sure, my spirit is indomitable
I scoff at naysayers and stand even taller with confidence on board
As my cape flow in the winds of change, I am aware
I am aware of self and tuned in to the air around me
I keep at bay the pervasive negativity that permeates and make the air thick and heavy
Engaged optimism and positivity is my weapon
I wage a war of peace
I have no room for “no can do”; I have no room for fear
The wind beneath my purple cape propels me on my journey
My royal purple cape signifies Superwoman
A woman changing her reality, carving out her dream
Pursuing, resilient, strong
Like her cape; she is royal
Most every day I wear my cape, its deep purple, royal and velvet
Most days I am Superwoman. ❤️

Be a Closer ~ Follow Through


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Its been over a month since I wrote a post and it feels exhilarating to start sharing again!
As you know I post a lot about life and the human condition, whether it be through poetry, music or metaphoric analogies.
Today its just raw truth…as I see it.
As adults we have a constant problem with follow through, some of us wrestle with getting started and some of us wrestle with closing the deal; others wrestle with both.
Some have a myriad of ideas on the table; which remain on the table, some get halfway there and can’t seem to ejaculate, they just keep humping away and can’t birth the damn thing!
It is my belief that all of this is tied to our level of courage.
Whatever we have an enduring passion for cannot be dealt with in a nonchalant or half-assed way, it requires an immersion of ourselves; usually more than we are comfortable with.
This is where our courage comes in and separates the men from the boys.
Some are content to sit on the fence and wait for others to make decisions for them. It’s been called by default.
There is nothing more fascinating than seeing the courage of someone and the integrity that comes with it.
Time is really the worse thing we can waste, so don’t do it! And while you’re at it, don’t waste anybody else’s either!
Life comprises many things; fun, love, adventure, shenanigans etc.
All of this needs to be achieved on the backdrop of balance, and what it takes is courage and a sense of responsibility (yes, I know some of us get hives just seeing the word responsibility!) to achieve this.
We can’t prance around in a deluded juvenile catatonia all our lives.(yes, I know I have “prance” and “catatonia” in the same sentence!)
To achieve all we want; even the secret dreams, the ones we don’t share with anyone; we need to engage our courage and follow through. We need to close the deal. Please; be a Closer.

IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD, LOVE A MAN ~ What Evolved Women Want (Anonymous)


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I write a lot about love and life. This new blog post is from the Facebook blog “What Evolved Women Want” It explores the heart and head of the man and is primarily from a man’s point of view…which is refreshing! Some men do understand what want! Have a gander at this latest post ~ Luvninasimone 

Choose one whose soul calls to yours clearly; who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid
Look into his eyes; look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there
Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time

Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment.  And let it all go
Feel into his ancestral burden
And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you
Let him melt in your steady gaze
And know that you need not mirror that rage
Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability
In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death
Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man
To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together
And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave…
Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms

Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers,
calm your frightened girls’ heart
Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return
Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance,
that he may be soothed, once more

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Do not coax out his little boy
With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery
Only to lure him…to a web of destruction
To a place of chaos and hatred
More terrible than any war fought by his brothers
This is not feminine this is revenge
This is the poison of the twisted lines
Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world
And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls
And it kills us all

And whether his mother held him or could not
Show him the true mother now
Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth
Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core
Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria

Cry for him sweet rivers
Bleed it all back home
If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Love him enough to be naked and free
Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death
And thank him for the opportunity

As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods
Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being
Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you
Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you

Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before
Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself
And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart
If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him
And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected
By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows
Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream

What Evolved Women Want

I can feel!…its a Miracle!


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I woke up this morning in a more than thankful frame of mind. Each day I am thankful for every blessing but today my heart sang with gratitude.

No; all my dreams didn’t come true, there was no financial windfall, there were no bells and whistles. As a matter of fact, today I am irritable, I feel grungy…and not grungy chic, my body is achy and the weather is gloomy. But I am oh so grateful…so thankful, so happy for my blessed life.

The people I love are succeeding and fulfilling their dreams and so am I, I have a loving family, beautiful friendships and an amazing best friend!  

I spoke to my baby brother last night and he sounded happier than he has sounded in months, my baby sister and I said “Hey” this morning. Everyone is doing wonderful and rising above challenges.

And I am so happy I can feel…albeit today its irritability and achy body but I CAN FEEL!

I am alive and I don’t mean just breathing; I am ALIVE! The cells in my body are not lounging in lethargy; they are set in readiness for my next move, my next achievement.

I am thankful for simple goals. (I am determined to conquer the sleeping hero pose in my yoga class! And yes…I have plans for sleeping hero!)

But I digress…

I am grateful today for the big things. The big things are not lots of money, the mansion on the hill or wherever, not the most luxurious car (by the way, the value of cars depreciate like a mo’ fo’. You drive it to the edge of the lot and it worth 10,000 dollars less, just sayin’)

I am thankful for the people I love and the people who love me. And I’m grateful for the ones who don’t love me and whom I don’t love.

The moral of this oratory is that everyone and everything brings something to our lives and we should view every joy and every pain with raised eyes, outstretch arms and grateful heart. ~ LuvNinaSimone


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