I’m Revolutionary

“I’m a Revolutionary. I’M revolutionary.”

To this, amorously,
He looked at me.
He said my voice is too sweet
to be taken seriously.
He chuckled, then
He kissed me.

It’s true, I have the voice of a Child.
I have the Spirit of one too.

What do you see when you see me?

Do you see a Warrior?
An Evangelist?
Is it a Lady you see?

How about,
An Anarchist?
A Communist?
A Socialist?
All things They told me/ “taught” me
NOT to be…

Because I CHOOSE to LIVE DIFFERENT-ly?
To Live my Life greatly. Not “decently?”

What do you see when you look at me?

“Go to school. Work hard. Make a decent living,” They said. So, I was always good at school, but guess what? I sucked at life when I graduated Wesleyan University. School never taught me any of the things I needed to know to be a Player in Their Game. How to really succeed. How to Thrive. Balance a checkbook, pay rent or how to save to buy, get a loan, maintain “good credit” or build it… Instead, I learned, or rather by NOT learning, by NOT being taught the skills I needed to claim the Sultana’s throne, I was Made… to FALL IN LINE.

System FAIL. I have never fallen in line. From ice skating to ballet to science class, pre-K to University, then on to every job I have ever held, my teachers, my peers and my bosses, to my mother will attest, I have always talked back. I have always been “too smart for [my] own good,” as if “too smart” could not be good. I am a Bitch. A Boss Bitch. A Bad Bitch. A Warrior and a Winner. I’m nice, and I’m polite, an educated Woman, I’m a nurturer, I’m a Lady. I’m an Adventurer, a Trail Blazer and a Visionary, I’m a Taker and a Giver, I’m a Teacher, I’m a Student, I’m an Athlete, I’m a Lover…

I’m Bianca Sultana. Translation: I Am The White Queen.

I chose LIFE over DEATH when I left the West. I traded the First World, for the Third World when I moved from New York to Nicaragua (with a pit stop in South Florida – two moves I made alone). I play to live, I won’t work to die. Now, a million misadventures and tiny blessings fill my days.

Here’s how I’ll leave you today:

1. Question everything They say.
2. Make your own way.
3. Buy a plane ticket and with me, come to stay.

You may just find that you, too, like life better this way. I live Everyday Better, so everyday is the best day of my life!

Join the movement.

Together in Health, in Love and in Life!
xob

I Like You. But I Like Him Too.

You haven’t chose me. We’re not married. But, you see me with another man and you want to lay claim over me? Why must you possess me and not enjoy me in the time we share together. The time I gift you. Because, you see….

I like you.

But, I like him too.

I have said it many times, there is a position open in my life for ONE Man. I thrive in a relationship. It is natural for me to care for you thoroughly. To feed you, caress you, take care of you, are all the things I love to do. But, I am single and in the past, my MO is to get into monogamous relationships with the first boy that doesn’t mind when I stick around longer than a night or two. These relationships all seem to last two years, which leaves me two years older. So, now, I am the picker and I won’t settle for comfort when that which I seek is love that is true.

I have loved, but I don’t know whether I have ever been in love. To be in love, I believe, is a two-way street and there has not been a man in my life that has loved me in the same capacity that I have shown.

Recently, the way in which I love has changed. I have learned that to love is to appreciate and not to possess. There was a time I strangled love to death. Fear of love lost drove me toward possession. But, people are not possessions and love is the antithesis of fear. My love is free because I love freely.

“A rose possessed will always die.”

Together in Love!
xob

Live Where You Love And You Will Love Where You Live

Close your eyes and imagine the most beautiful place in the world; a paradise in which you long to be… Now… GO!

I promise change is not as scary as it seems!

Everyday in Central America, people ask me where I’m from (“de dónde eres?”) and each day my love for my country (the one I live in, Nicaragua) gets stronger, is another day it gets harder to answer that question. I was born in New York City, but I don’t feel I am from there. I lived and loved in Florida, but I am not from there either. Never quite a city girl, I have a country heart! My wingspan grows with my courage and broadens my path around the world. The more I abandon fear, the greater my adventures!

Don’t pinch me. I am not on vacation. I sold what I could, I gave away the rest, my friends helped me a lot! I packed what I could carry and on October 16th, 2014, I flew home. Now, I live where I love. I am awake, and I am dreaming!

These pics are from my Christmas trip to Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica, where I’m visiting friends, but I have found my home in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua. I have a guest house on a large farm by the beach and you can visit whenever you want!

My address for mail and packages containing raw almond butter (hint!) is as simple as my life here:
“Bianca Sultana
San Juan del Sur, Rivas, Nicaragua”
❤ Let me know if you send something, so I check at the post office.

All the time I encounter people who do not understand me, who do not see my vision. He/she may suggest I curb my expression, disguise my professional affiliations and censor my audience by deleting or discouraging their comments to my posts. I disagree.
Last night, a man I have never met opened up to me, publicly (on my fb page). It took some prodding, but ultimately, he disclosed, for all the world to see, his fear of love and past with pain. His vulnerability was beautiful and courageous!
Then this morning I received this message from a woman I know not well, but hope to know better. Thank you Erica for this note. You are precisely to whom I am speaking.
I do not know why I have been given this gift, this voice, or when I felt first compelled to share… But I feel strongly that sharing is caring and if we were all a little (or a lot) less guarded and more open the world would be a more beautiful place. I welcome you at #NicaYoga, where you are encouraged to stretch your Mind with your BODY; to Move, to Live and to Love freely.
Check out our events page for a yoga and/or adventure retreat which may interest you.
http://www.NicaYoga.com