If you’ve been inside Aftertongue watching categories disappear, rooms change names, doors move down the hallway, and entire pieces of furniture apparently migrate overnight… I see you. 😂 I feel your pain. Consider this your official confirmation that Miss Lady has been redecorating the house while everybody is still living in it. The goal is simple: when you come here, finding what you want should feel easier. 1️⃣ Poetry has moved into ✨ Love & Lyrics. 2️⃣ The writing prompts for The Workshop connected to our Empathy Save the Species rooms will now live together in harmony under 🔥 Empathy Save the Species. 3️⃣ Our men now have 🪑 Spaces for Men, built for conversations that rarely get a room. 4️⃣ Spiritual programming has its own landing place in 🕯️ The Quiet Chapel. 5️⃣ 🎭 Events stays easy to reach because episodes, broadcasts, workshops, and replays deserve a place you can find quickly. 6️⃣ And 🌕 Resonance Room becomes more useful as the place to catch everything moving through the community right now. Somewhere in the middle of all this, several imaginary movers have definitely asked me: “Ma’am… where exactly do you want this couch?” My answer remains: “I’ll know when I see it.” 😂 Thank you for rolling with the rearranging while we make the house easier to move through. Feel free to wander around, open doors, claim your favorite chair, and tell me when something feels easier to find. Or harder… 👀 And yes. There is a very real possibility I will move the couch again. 😂 Calm moves differently here.

(Activity) Open Expression (Exercise) Create freely in response to the week. Any form. Any length. Any Topic. You Choose. Follow Momentum.  Here’s My Offering Rainbow Tears You go about your day…. listlessly… in monotonous bliss. Oblivious…. to life around you. Just existing… barely resisting… oxygen. Living for the populace… Pondering that if you went ghost… would you really be missed? Failed attempts at dreams that are kept buried. Problems & fears that keep you worried. Fruition of awaited achievements curtailed. Constant reminders that yet again you failed. So you walk around looking like death ran over. Only to discover… the catharsis in your tears. Like rain showers in their flow. It is their own reward…. as a catalyst for the rainbow 🌈 Of passions…of hope…of repressed contemplation. Funny how with every watery trail, one comes to the realization… That impassioned release, often births a myriad of revelation… to any situation. So….to any given issue, there’s a potential solution. ©️15Oct2021 ericka Floyd Now you Follow The Flow.

Meaning Is Slightly Unsupervised Here (Activity) Let Language Loosen Giving Linguistic Disturbance (Exercise) Post one to five lines where language bends, slips, or misbehaves. Short. Witty. Unpolished (Micro Poem). Let meaning drift just far enough to notice. Topic: Seasonedness (n.) - The quiet confidence that arrives when proving yourself no longer feels urgent. __________________ Here’s My Offering (Example): Seasonedness taught me that not every table deserves my flavor. I no longer over-season myself for those with underdeveloped taste. Experience has salted away insecurities that once left me bland, and now confidence simmers without needing to be stirred. I know I’m seasoned when proving it would only spoil the dish. #SouthernSeoulSpeaks #Tresduravia #SeoulScribez

The only downside to last night's workshop, I wasn't able to stay up for the whole experience and hear all the shares. Incredible opportunity to collaborate with two amazing poets, Wendy and Omari. Best summing up Omari when he said it was like shaking hands. And Wendy's delivery outstanding. Really felt as if I got to know and connect with both on another level. Thank you to all for the space. 🙏❤️

There is a point where waiting starts to feel electrical. Threshant names the charged edge before movement, when capacity has been tested long enough for the next passage to begin announcing itself through the body. You feel it before the door opens. The nervous system sharpens. Attention narrows toward what matters. Old tolerances lose their usefulness, and the future begins pressing against the present from the other side. Thresholds have their own weather. They gather heat around decisions and make avoidance harder to maintain. What in your life feels close enough to change that your body has already started preparing? ✨ SEAL OF ENOUGHNESS ✨ I meet the threshold with awareness.