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Memory Medicine: The Spiritual Glow of Joyful Moments
The Power of Reflection : The SpiderMan Years
We may be far from Christmas, but sometimes the soul drifts into memory—not by season, but by need. And today, Spirit reminded me that joy isn’t locked in the calendar. It lives in our hearts, waiting to be called on like a warm breeze from back home.
I stumbled on a photo the other day. My son must’ve been around two years old, glowing in front of a mountain of gifts. Here's the thing—I didn’t buy a single one. My mother did. Every last toy, every piece of wrapping paper, every ounce of excitement he unwrapped that day came from her deep love and generous heart. She still asks him for a list every Christmas—even now that he’s grown, working, and perfectly capable of buying his own. But she insists. Because it’s not about the gift. It’s about the smile. That joy. That spiritual spark.
Sometimes I don’t remember the exact day, the noise, the weather, the stress. But I’ll never forget that smile. That moment. It fuels me even now.
And if you were around Chicago in the early 2000s, chances are you caught me pushing a shopping cart with a Spider-Man in it. Not a toy. A whole toddler in full costume—mask and all—sitting in the cart like he was patrolling Target for bad guys. He wore that suit everywhere. And those random errands turned into sacred rituals of laughter and bonding.
Spiritual reflection doesn’t always require candles, crystals, or chants. Sometimes it’s just a memory that lights you up from the inside. A reminder that joy was real, and it can be again.
So if today feels heavy, look back. Find your version of Spider-Man in the shopping cart. Let that memory carry you forward.
Because memories aren’t just flashbacks—they’re fuel.
💬 What memory gives your spirit a little extra glow?
Tag us @TropicalGyal or drop your story in the comments below. Let’s keep this circle of joy flowing—one beautiful memory at a time. 🌺
Consumed by Time
I can remember as a child hearing the school bell ringing and running to line up at school, can't believe I use to pay $0.25 (shilling a week) to ring that damn bell in standard 4 ( 6th grade) .
We were always watching the clock waiting for our time to come , wishing time would speed up so you can be on your own time.
Now I’m still consumed by time, years before I get to see my love, too little time before my son is in high school and off to college. He’s turning into a man right before my eyes, we're constantly changing physically and spiritually.I want to stop and speed up time all at the same time. I want to stop the aging process but I want to grow wiser. All while trying to balance the present . Trying to balance the work week, trying to find time to work out, and vacation.Time to plan for the future , time to advance my career .
Time was never mine to control. The past is gone , the future is not promised. Time to surrender to the fact that at this very moment all I need is God.
Today is the oldest you've ever been and the youngest you'll ever be again #livelife
All in God’s Timing
God's Timing
Spring is here - jut as the seasons change everything happens in God's timing.
Living in a season of my life where I can see the hand of God in everything I touch is truly a blessing.
As I was walking into a bank this morning downtown Chicago thinking about how pretty the flowers were and how if I was on vacation I would take a picture of this arrangement. Some of us don't enjoy the beauty around us on a daily basis.
14 years ago when my son was born I had an opportunity for an internship in this same building that I passed up and always regretted it in the back of my mind , now 14 years later I'm working across the street from this building. The lesson is ALL in God's timing , He prepared a way for me .
The Manifestation of TropicalGyal
30's feels like the clock just started. Such a pivotal age, back in the day women were considered high risk having children at 35, but in this generation 35 feels like a starting point to adulthood , vast difference from 21. I’ve developed an urge to fight for my desires - my body, my career , my family . I AM wiser, stronger and more confident. 40's for me feels like a pivotal moment, feels like it’s time to put in place everything I’ve been working towards, and building a foundation for what’s to come. Time to make some moves - A season of manifested blessings
Bottom line: It feels like time to bury my head down in this race and start sprinting, not knowing where the finish line is, but having faith and trusting God will tell me when I get there.
The manifestation of TropicalGyal.
Women and Voting
Every since the election last year I’ve been intrigue by the voting influences of women.
Why do black women and white women vote differently ? With the new feminist movement on the rise why did so many white woman vote for Roy Moore and Donald Trump? What made Caucasian women chose Trump over Hilary? What are their values and main voting influence that causes them to vote in huge numbers for Trump and Roy Moore? And why do they vote so different from Black women? Is it because black women represent the head of the household for a vast majority that they don’t particularly vote the same as black men? Why do white women vote mostly the same as white men?
Are white women wasting there vote by voting the same as white men? Since women were given the right to vote , what has influenced our vote? Does Hispanic women also vote the same as Hispanic men? We know the gender of the candidate does not influence majority of the vote, but for white women, is race and religion the dominant factors?
12/13/17