A mad welcome to my new subscribers and a warm hello to the Mad Seasoned community that has grown since my first post, Mad Luv!
Little Natasha is spinning in circles, happy that people care for her words, for her thoughts, and for the written experience of her existence that she continues to share on this platform.
May I start off by giving advice to other writers, artists, and anyone that wants enlightenment? If you want to move people’s emotions, awaken their minds, and make them aware of notions and creations from your being, then you ought to deliver to them the most honest, unapologetic word! Seasoned in madness, broken English, stutters and snot - in a world that is unfolding like a quick script in front of the lens, the lights will always fall upon the raw and genuine thought.
Or at least, I believe so…
It’s my birthday today. I have assembled pure, honest, and teary notes. I’ve started this series of birthday posts where I challenge myself to tell you, my Mad Seasoned community, what I have learned as I come into a new year of life. And this one was like swallowing glass. It hurt so bad. It was thought of and recorded in my grieving process of a dear friend, Rod.
Please respect these notes as I documented them to remember, honor, and meditate on them.
For anyone grieving, Mad Luv.
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