Author: Sesheta Khepra

Sesheta Khepra’s purpose is to be a vessel, a healer for her family/village/community. She wants to share the lessons she has learned as she continues to grow. She tries to administer healing words with love. She uses her writing to encourage people to be their most authentic self, to heal herself and others. Her goal is to influence, to inspire her circle to be open and connect.
She contributes by sharing the most intimate parts of herself; by being vulnerable and transparent. She offers herself as service to those around her. When she has a peak experience she is appreciative, reverential, connected, available and in the moment. She is balanced and peaceful. Her heroines are Queen Afua and Oprah Winfrey. In a best friend she looks for sincerity, sense of humor, someone with the ability to hold her accountable and provide her guidance. She feels her unique skill is using words and sounds to make people feel deeply. Her best qualities in personal relationships are forgiveness, patience and tenderness.

December 7, 2017 / / Musings
October 26, 2017 / / Musings
May 25, 2017 / / Reflections
March 31, 2017 / / Reflections

Some people in our lives are chosen for us.  The Universe reveals them. They are part of the experience that guides us towards our consciousness. Don’t be afraid to be open to receive…

February 20, 2017 / / Reflections

He allowed me to know that the sex had become a distraction.  He had made a decision to revoke the benefits and relegate us to just being friends. All we were to do…

February 16, 2017 / / Poetry

He has judged me by standards of his own I am a budding rose bush not fully grown Though the sun the replenishes me may not emit your rays Where my strong roots…

February 14, 2017 / / Musings

I finally finished watching Insecure for the eleventeenth time, but this time I was taking notes. I have been in many discussion groups and conversations about this HBO series and I have found…

February 14, 2017 / / Poetry

What is it about men of color that makes my heart weak? Is it the passion in his eyes or those smooth words he speak Those beautiful dark skinned men. Is it those…

February 10, 2017 / / Musings

For months I longed to wake up beside him. I had spent so many evenings that turned into nights, exchanging thoughts and sharing ideas.  For hours we would reason, often debated. The challenge…

February 8, 2017 / / Poetry

I suppose now is the time I have to admit that you were right. During our most intimate moments, I fought way too many fights. Instead I should have, surrendered to the moment, submitted…