The Nappturalite and the Nap of Her Neck

The nap of her neck has seen much, felt much, endured much and remains beautiful below and beneath her tightly coiled glory. Behold, her naps tour a light scent of patience. For her patience carries the fragrance of virtue. And her virtue is radiant.  Her naps tour an elite situation.  Few understand it. Most can’t comprehend it. Thus, we call her Nappturalite.

The nap of her neck as seen the world despise the difference between her and them.  Where the perm and the straightening comb have tried to defended her honor.  Many were afraid of her honor; her glorious honor.   What does a perm or comb laced with heat and lye, I mean lies, know about honor? For their defense they caused burns and pain and forgotten ways of proud glory, draped with gold and platinum beads and crowns with jewels and traces of the suns kiss on the ends of her locks.

The nap of her neck as felt the kiss of affection, the eyes of desire and the caress of the air blessing the valley; that is her glory.  She has felt love and desire.  She has felt warm and inviting sunrises and sunsets.

The nap of her neck has endured struggle, as her veins have felt restriction and heavy swallows filled with emotional shakes.

The nap of her neck stands guard and smiles; for she knows nothing can permanently tame the the wild, glorious coils that are always coming from beyond; like tiny soldiers that are born and bred with one purpose, to fight for beauty, her beauty.  Like unto the Battle of Troy, for love they are coming, always coming to win the war and take her back home to her roots, her natural beautiful roots.

The nap of her neck has seen much, felt much, endured much and remains beautiful below and beneath her tightly coiled glory that continues to grow beautifully. Behold, her naps tour a light scent of patience. For her patience carries the fragrance of virtue and her virtue is radiant.  Her naps tour an elite situation.   In honor of you, my sister, welcome all Nappturalites.

Jaye of NappyMuse

The Meaning of NappyMuse

Inspiration to be you…
Natural, Alluring, Proud, Poised, You.
Magnificent, Unbelievable, Sensational and Elegant.

The NappyMuse has awaken.  She is beautiful, powerful and not ashamed.  Her natural allure is feared and praised.  Her mystery is coveted, her passion unattained.  Upon her lips is a blessing.  The ground where she once walked brings forth jasmine and lavender.  She is the NappyMuse.  She is inspiration.  You are inspiration.  Welcome home NappyMuse. 

by Jaye Reliford
http://nappymuse.com/

Jaye’s 6 Powerful Tips ~ On Loving the NaturalU

1.  We were taught as children to get out our clothes the night before.  I want you to decide your day the night before.

Visualize your day the way you want it to be the night before.  The things you want to accomplish and the way you want people to respond to you.  Feel the feelings of being in that day. Make your days Dayshavoo.  Go there before.

2. Coffee?  No increase your endorphin levels the moment you wake up.
Get out of bed like you won something or like you have just had the best sex you ever had.  Or actually do that if you can.

3. Look in the mirror and zoom in on your most beautiful asset; your smile, your eyes, your skin. Whatever it is, complement yourself with the best pick-up line you can think of.  Have game with yourself.

4.  Wear sexy underwear; simple yet effective.

5. Make eye contact with others, notice others.   Smile at the point of eye contact and beyond the point of eye contact.  Learn to change the temperature of the room. Think about that. ( I’ll explain this in the next blog, but think about it.)

6. When someone ask how you are doing say I am wonderful. You are not only confirming your day. You are confirming yourself. You are wonderful.

Wonderfully

Your very makeup is saturated with intense power that gives way to the birth of beauty and poise.  You can not be planted nor picked, yet they call you flower.  They have sampled every language to name you and have found nothing worthy.  But that’s OK, because you are so magnificent; above words, above a name.  You are quote, unquote “beautifully and wonderfully made”.

Poem of confirmation by Jaye