A Collection of Thoughts...

I shouted “Happy Mothers Day!” to an interracial pair walking their animal children— that’s a lot of growth for me.

Every day it feels like I have a new goal. I hate that when I’m getting down to business my shoulders get cold.

We may think different, but that’s doesn’t mean I’m treating you anything less than God.

Granddaddy taught me joy through it all, when he return to Earth I was 19.

That was coming off of losing Courtney in 2009, we were only 17. Grief hit many times in between, cancer cells and other things. Many Augusts and graduations later, 2020 got rocked again. I knew it was coming but I wanted the chance to look into her eyes at my happiest. So much praise to my Grandmother Josephine.

Ran it back to return my last Grand to the land & the heavens, such a Lady, Sallie Ruth, that last hand hold had many lessons. A very tenderness release in 2023. I hope they are all proud of me.

My Beyhive and your Beyhive might not be the same thing. I’m watching my story, your story, or someone on Facebook that you know, displaying legacy, and ancestry. Bey might be the reason we could all just get along.

Let’s think different, more open to all types of conversation. Some will be hard, some will be easy, but God got you all the way.

Trust Earth as an another channel to get your message straight to God. The trees are channels, animals messengers, we don’t get the signs we pray for if they’re all gone.

We’re not behind, we are connected. Together we can mend one another. Say hello to a neighbor, God Bless a Stranger—that’s Deepak 7 laws.

Honoring ancestors in different ways these days, it conflicts with Christian folk who are afraid of ghost.

Be well, be kind, and we’ll be safe. Say the things you learn aloud. If a passion gives you a wave of movement to create ANYTHING—do that. LIVE it.

With Realness,

Ashley Mozingo