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WOMEN’S MARCH | L O S A N G E L E S

“Well-behaved women rarely make history.”

-LAUREL T H A T C H E R ULRICH

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January in Los Angeles this year could be best described as a monsoon. Okay, maybe that’s a little hyperbolized. Nevertheless, we’ve had uncharacteristic amounts of rain this month. With our current drought-ridden situation, we’re quite consoled by the rainfall. As a result, LA has been refreshed with greenery resembling the Pantone color of the year. (Well-played M. Nature).

For instance, this week it’s rained 5 out of 7 days. Friday, it rained all day. Sunday, it rained all day. Saturday, well Saturday was sunny and warm. A crisp bite was in the air when you found yourself in the shade. Saturday, January 21st 2017 also marked the official Women’s March in Downtown Los Angeles. Little did we know, that in attending and showing our support, we would be a part of written history.

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It was as though the heavens supported our efforts by offering this momentary hiatus. The sun shined bright and wide on us all, while we marched and made hisherstory. We expected a large turnout, roughly 80,000 people. What we got was much much more. As we turned the corner we found ourselves among what seemed like half of LA. On that beautiful Saturday morning, Evan and I marched for the equal rights of all.

The drums and chants rhythmically surged through my soul like the beat of my own heart. In that moment, I felt my beat was one with everyone else’s. A sense of unity washed over me. I felt utter peace and the strength in numbers for the first time. What an unbelievable feeling it is to be connected to a passionate, fired up community and make history through peaceful action.

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Saturday I felt the power of LA surge through my soul as I marched through the heart of the city. I was amazed by the love that filled streets I’ve so often walked alone, with no purpose but my own. For me, that’s what made this all the more impactful, that shift from personal to universal; the coming together of ALL, united against hate.

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Submerged in mass energy, we made our way to the middle of the crowd. There was a positive peacefulness that filled the air. I felt extremely lifted. Like kinetic energy, we slowly ascended up the hills towards Grand Park. As we gained momentum, we gained energy and passion. The joy and love was undeniably infectious. Our spirits weren’t crushed, they were elevated. There was something so special about the day that we couldn’t stop reliving and talking about it.

The next morning we found out LA had an estimated 750,000 attendees alone. In DC, the turnout was 3 times the size of Trump’s inauguration the day before. With more than 3.7 million people (and still counting) that took part in Women’s Marches around the world, it’s safe to say we participated in one of the largest demonstrations in history. (Not bad for my first protest).

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On a micro scale, it was inspiring to see all the creative chants and posters people came up with. People speaking their mind and using their god-given creative gifts for the power of good. Simply incredible. In the downtime before the march began, I found myself scanning the crowd to understand what people were fighting for.

To me, given the circumstances, the artistry seemed to be ignited with fiery passion. Passion on fire is crazy and something I’ve experienced myself. In that way, regardless of our different lives and struggles, I felt their pain and fire. I felt harmony and compassion.

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As powerful as these moments look in photo, there’s something to be said about video. The true essence of this event was captured best in sound and movement. That being said, here’s a short compilation of my favorite clips recorded throughout the day.

 After seeing the numbers roll in yesterday, the message became clear: Numbers don’t lie, and never underestimate the strength of passion. This is just the beginning. We must keep the momentum for this fight is far from over. However, as this marks the beginning of 2017, we will be in for a year of history in the making.

Power on,

M

Beauty, Cinema, Fashion, Editorial, Classic, Photography, Freckles

|| R E S T L E S S ||

R E S T L E S S 

By Morgan Ryan

Fashion, Editorial, Photography, Classic, Beauty, Cinema

I have a beautiful confusion

between reality and illusion

when it comes to you

and my restless mind

Cinema, Beauty, Freckles, Emotion, Actress, Classic, Muse,

The gaps of silence

I fill with doubt

because speaking your truth

you can do without

Beauty, Cinema, Fashion, Editorial, Classic, Photography, FrecklesBut what is the point

of these moments of connection

if they fall to be forgotten

without second mention? 

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|| PHOTOGRAPHY ||

Evan Woods

|| BEAUTY ||

Emily Gruen

 || POET | MUSE ||

Morgan Ryan

I G N I T I O N

“Now, usually, I don’t do this but uh,

“Go head on and break ’em off wit a lil’ preview of the remix”

– R. Kelly, Ignition

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 Not even a week has passed since my latest piece was featured on WorldLifestyle, yet I remain a whirlwind of emotions:

stunned | amazed | humbled | blessed | grateful

For everyone who took the time to read my article and reach out to me with genuine appreciation,  I want to say thank you. Last night I went back to the link and I nearly keeled over when I found it had been shared 167 times.

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After graduating college I was left with more questions than answers. One year later I am still faced with the same persisting insecurity of the unknown. The one thing that is certain is that this life isn’t easy. It’s really hard. However within life’s test, there’s a blessing which I believe to be Harmony. Similarly, we are all working through our own insecurities rooted within each struggle:

health | life struggle | finances| post-graduation blues | loss | career

If you’re reading this with someone in mind, I encourage you to share my article on WorldLifestyle with them. Maybe it will inspire them to keep faith during the hard times. Keeping a brave face, you have all inspired me in times when I couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. My only wish is that I can return the favor and help be the spark that ignites someone’s fire. To everyone who is keeping me going, I owe it to you for reminding me why I began in the first place.

Thanks for always being my match!

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NOW GO RUN YOUR HANDS THROUGH YO FRO,

SMILE,

 LISTEN TO SOME IGNITION WITH ME,

AND LIGHT THAAA FIYAHHHH THATS WITHIN–

MAKE IT HAPPEN.

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Facebook/Tweet/Email this to whomever you feel needs that little push!

http://www.worldlifestyle.com/beauty-style/inside-look-into-a-muse-s-journey-through-life

THE T H I N I S H LINE

“Some people want it to happen,

some wish it would happen,

others make it happen.”

-Michael Jordan

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As I made my way up the third concrete hill of my hood, I repeated to myself,

// you’re stronger than you know //

For the entirety of my run, I compared my physical stamina to that of my mental endurance. In life there will always be hills. Most of us see the hill and run for cover, I know I used to. Some attempt to climb and fail halfway. Only a few see it and run for the top, for they know a spectacular view awaits them as well as a sense of triumph that accompanies those last few steps.

If you feel like you’re the one who is stuck in limbo, like myself, remind yourself of the importance found in fortitude of diligence. Remind yourself of what matters; that you crawled until you could run again because you knew one day you would be strong enough. It’s the art of the climb. The Journey. Those who push make it to the top, even if they have to crawl. That’s the thin line that distinguishes mediocrity from greatness.

For me, It’s safe to say today was one of those days. A hill day. Not even intervals, just straight hill. One where your hope is shattered, your belief is weary, and the heat, paralyzing. Everything seems to irritate you. The only thing I wanted to do was escape from the ball and chain was the attachment to my computer, which, by now, was overheating in exhaustion. I broke away from ‘cyber reality’ and made my escape for the freedom and solitude of the great outdoors.

My optimism was rattled, but never shattered. Reflecting back on the day, there was truly no reason for any lows to affect my highs. I was presented with challenges from the outside world, and, well, I’ve got a competitive spirit—so challenge accepted!

I’m learning to take control of the reigns of attitude when thrown a curveball. Today, I ended up landing a Brand Affiliate program with Lulus, as well as representation as a Brand Ambassador for WhatIWear. So, really not a bad day at all. I just lost sight of the positives because I was too entangled in what I perceived to be the negatives. What I am slowly learning is that perception is reality and that you are the creator of that reality. This happen for a reason and you become what you fuel. If you feed the victim role you’ll become the victim, but if you nurture pacifist, you’ll be rewarded with peace of mind.

My peace of mind came in the form of a daily reminder. The Hummingbird. Flying so effortlessly and with more strength than ever, I instantly smiled at this diligent little creature. If I never learn the exact meaning of this symbolic reoccurrence in my life, I’ll know it at least reminds me to always smile and feel resilient. Someone once told me, “your smiles are your alms,” and because it was you, I’ll never forget the power of my smile.

// I guess your attitude really does define your altitude //

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