I ended up getting 2nd degree burns on my hand, wrist, butt and upper thigh. And no it wasn’t from fire performing! That I got! Now, man-made fire pits with low embers in the middle of the darkness while not being present – a whole different ballgame! Lol

I felt to share my journey for the past 35 days in hopes it will inspire others on their journey towards their Truth, as well.

My dear friend, Justine Arian, founder of Multi-Passionate Moms, challenged me recently to start making more videos about my business, my purpose, and my passions.

Well one of my passions is spoken word as the Word Pimpstress and performing, bellydancing, fire, and/or some form of burlesque to mix it up a bit. I haven’t done that in awhile and have been craving it so I think that is next on the list again.

Although there’s no sexy performance here (lol), here’s a video with me sharing about a recent post that I shared about my experience with my 2nd degree burns and the beautiful gift it has given me (a beautiful perspective that my dear friend Annette Hammel lives by with our experiences that allow us to expand our awareness). I have always known all of our experiences are an opportunity for growth and to become more present but I just love that she shares it is a gift.

So here is a video of my spoken word piece called “The Hues of Rouge”:

And here’s the written spoken word piece that has been stirring within me the past few weeks that I finally was able to finish. Enjoy!

“The Hues of Rouge” ~ by The Word Pimpstress

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”

I can hear Rumi’s
Sacred words
Swelling, dwelling 
Its ancient wisdom
Into the atmosphere
Echoing its message;
Pulsating…
Whispering courage in my ear

With each passing day, 
The sting – a constant reminder
Of my burial
The memorial of my old skin
Being singed away

As black as charcoal
Blinded by the Dark Knight
I lost myself
Compelled into
The Ember’s Haze

Unveiled to me:
“Into the Light
Is where you’ll find yourself
And it is within the ashes
Where you will blaze…on.”

The hues of rouge 
A bleeding gift 
That awakens me
into Presence
A Rite of Passage
A fork in the road
A choice now needs to be made

Will I continue down a path that no longer serves me?
Or am I truly ready, willing to walk through the fire
So to speak
To embrace my passion, my purpose?
“For where there is a willingness, there is a way…”

Seared to a crisp
As the cinder brands
its stains into me
The crimsons, the roses
The pinks blushing its pigments
Into my cheek
As I cringe each time I take a seat

Smoldering tingle
Even with the slightest touch
Even the light flutters of air 
that brush up against my dairy-aire
can feel like a slap

Charred
Scarred
I will no longer allow

For I am shedding new skin
Baby soft skin
Begins to peak through
the surface

And from the ashes
I rise
Saying farewell to the days of old
So that I can see 
With new eyes
Of the many ways I can mold
myself into anew

I see you…
My gift 
A rosy thorn in my side 
A sweet reminder 
Of who I am not
So that I can continue
Being who I truly AM

Surrendering to the healing wounds
I now become the Light.