Music Monday: The Premiere

Mondays get a bad rap, but not without good reason. The weekend is over (sometimes too quickly) and the insanity of the work week greets you head on. It can often be difficult to stay positive under such circumstances, and I have found that having a song of the morning or even a particular melody to set the theme to my week, helps to get me motivated and energized.

Many, many times, Eddie and I will send one another a screen shot of the song we are listening to or a link to video of the particular jam that is setting the intention for our day, week or even mantra. We wanted to start this Music Monday series to include the rest of our internet sisters in on the fun, and hopefully, give Mondays a more positive connotation.

The inaugural song for this series is “Hideaway” by Kiesza.

I have been playing this song non-stop lately and am addicted to the syncopated beats. It totally makes me want to drop whatever I am doing and DANCE. The video is also super fun and Kiesza definitely earns extra points with me for her super cute, red shoes and suspenders. I take the message of the video to mean that there is no problem that cannot be danced away with your girlfriends. I wholeheartedly agree.

So, even if Mondays have you feeling like this:

Just remember, we have your back, sisters, and can dance through anything together!

What song is in your head this Monday?


On Sisterhood

The word sister has always held strong connotations for me. I really do not remember a time when I was not a sister. I became a sister at 21 young months old, when my sister Marcella emerged into this world and saved me from my current life of imaginary friends. I guess I was already seeking out sisters and my mom was worried by the amount of friends I was creating in the invisible realm.

I took to being the bossy, big sister very quickly and was excited to share all the knowledge I had gained on my short time on earth, with Marcella.


I was gifted with another sister when I was 5 years old. Kristen was born and became my own living baby doll. She had tons of hair  and I needed to show her how to style it. I again took on the task of showing her the ropes around this world and playing along, my way.

I have always been, and will always be the big sister. That used to mean, what I say goes. It used to mean I had others to look out for. It used to mean, I always had to be the example. It used to mean, I had to be the responsible one. I guess it’s hard to shake that off now as an adult, but I do not feel resentful about it, as I once did. When you are a bratty adolescent, it is not always that fun to be the oldest and there were times I was annoyed by younger sisters and wished solely for an older brother.

My mom would always tell me to appreciate my sisters, that I would need them one day. I would inwardly roll my eyes and wonder when these annoying followers could ever do anything for me. But, of course, my mom was right and even as an adolescent, I did not realize how much I was relying on them, during those days when things were sometimes rocky at home and I needed them for comic relief and support.

As we have become adults, we have developed a beautiful friendship. It is one of my greatest treasures and we supported one another through the loss of my father to a homicide, two years ago. In those moments of deep, wrenching loss, and the swarms of anger, sadness and grief, the one comfort is knowing you are not alone in this. They are others out there who love you, and are going through the same thing, too. And with each other, we are making it through.


I have not only been blessed with the sisters my parents gave me. I have also been gifted by sisters who were born to different parents, but I found later in life. As I plowed through my education and started a career as a young professional, I found sisters who were going through similar issues and who could relate to the stress of the working world and still have fun with me on the weekends. These friendships that have blossomed into sisterhood have been absolutely invaluable. I needed them to navigate through this hectic adult world and process through all the good and bad decisions I was making with my life.

One of the sisters that I have gifted with in my adulthood is Ed. We met through a mutual sister and begin connecting more and more on our journey for spirituality. I have been so blessed to have found someone who I can process through the questions, curiosities, doubts and strengths of my spirituality. He has been there when I needed to make sense of certain moments and occurrences and helps me sort out what God, the universe and my soul are trying teach me in difficult moments.

He has also been there to help me not take it all seriously. If there is anything we have discovered on the journey is that it has to stay funnnnn. If I ever start getting too full of myself and start spiraling into a vortex of “whys,” he knows exactly what to say to pull me out and get me to see the bigger picture.


I will never underestimate the value of sisterhood. I know these bonds are something that will be necessary through the remainder of my life and I am truly thankful for all of my sister. They are a gift and my mom was definitely right, I have needed them and they have always been there.

In love and sisterhood,



Proverbs 7: 4 Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” And call understanding your intimate friend.

Females have always been an important part of the journey.

When I was in eleventh grade, I had a best friend by the name of Janet who I met in fifth period typing class. She was fun and silly and knew all the best ways to fold paper into those tiny cute envelopes – I fell in love with her instantly! Throughout the day, we’d K.I.T by writing notes to one another during the day and exchange them before the typing fest began.  We became one unit in typing class, but then separated due to our voices rivaling the constant click clacking of the home keys.

People enter into our lives for a reason.

At the time, Janet was dating a guy who became her first; my purpose was to fill in all the details of the male anatomy.  “Why did it do this? and Why did it look like that?” Those were often the questions asked when I’d feverishly read her notes secretly behind the typewriter screen.  On one occasion, I had written a descriptive anatomy lesson explaining what wet dreams were all about.  I was conscious of the fact that maybe someone might intercept the letter so I decided to use the acronym W.D.  Ms. Turner, our typing teacher, was well aware of our friendship and made sure that what we were typing was right out of the the book instead of what was going on in our head.  While Janet read the letter with wide set eyes, Ms. Turner came from behind and confiscated it.  As if that weren’t bad enough, she read it from beginning to end while wearing nothing but a poker face.  From that point on, I had to endure Ms. Turner’s sarcastic questions of: “How are those W.Ds going Mr. Martinez?” or, “you know those W.Ds Mr. Martinez!” When I look back, I didn’t realize how wildly inappropriate that was of her, but then again, that’s what makes the story memorable.

Not surprisingly, Janet became pregnant.  Our fun silly notes that ended with a big S with the words _orry _o _loppy attached to it were no longer lite and airy but deep and scary.  It was a subject neither of us could handle between the blue and white of college ruled paper.  Janet wanted to secretly abort the pregnancy without her parent’s knowledge.

One of the many things we shared at the time was our devotion to God.  She was a practicing Protestant and I was a practicing Catholic.  We’d often write about what we did during the weekend which included many details about church activities.  Although we both knew her decision was not in line with our beliefs, we also knew it was a desperate time.  When I told my mom about it, she suggested we call a friend who was involved in crisis pregnancy intervention (Angelina, you experience this everyday huh?).

A couple of days later, Janet shared with me that her parents received an anonymous phone call from another “Christian” woman.  She was surprised by her parents reaction of love and understanding.  It was decided that she would keep the baby but would have to fulfill the rest of the year at the continuation school.  After she left, we no longer kept in touch.

In 2004, while working my way through my last year of college I noticed a familiar face among the click clacking of the registers – it was Janet. Fourteen years had passed since we last heard or seen from one another.  Right before we said our good-byes, she called her eldest daughter over and introduced us.  With a smile on her face which hid the secret truth only her and I understood, she introduced me as her best friend from high school.

The way of writing notes may have changed, but sisters are forever!

Angelina and I continue the tradition of writing notes long into our adult lives.  With the help of technology, we are able to communicate with one another via text messages and emails – during work hours of course – with the silliest as well as the not so silly. This time around, instead of writing about the birds and the bees, we text each about life in general.  Sometimes, she’ll send me a GIF of Beyonce strutting down a runway with a caption that reads, “this is me at work today.”  Othertimes, it’s a picture of Lindsey Lohan’s latest mug shot that says, “this is how I feel today.”


As Angelina and I experience our budding spiritual lives together, it won’t be as dramatic as it was in high school, but at least we now have the power to shift the outcomes.

Love and Sisterhood,


Welcome to The Sisterhood

Welcome to Spiritual Bahanas (Spiritual Sisters), a place where two sisters share their journey of exploration in their spirituality.

I am Angelina, one half of this sisterhood. I also blog at Angie Eats Peace, but have teamed up with my spiritual sister to create this space of exploration and curiosity.

My spiritual journey has evolved and shifted throughout my 30 years on this earth, as I am sure many of others have. I have found that it is not something that is often openly talked about. Fear, doubts, curiosities, or perceived flaws in your own beliefs are not always welcome by those who share your beliefs. We wanted to create a space where that could be explored and safely discussed.

I was raised going to a non-denominational Christian church (consistently, 3 times per week) and stopped attending when I was 18. At the time, I thought I was done with God and the church. I had my struggles as I got older and older with some of the attitudes and teachings I was experiencing, and that finally came to a head when I was officially an adult and able to make the decision to no longer attend.

However, as I felt out adulthood more and more, I realized that there would also be a spiritual side to me that did have faith, beliefs, values and ethics. In the past 4 years, I have been exploring what that now means for me and where that road may take me.

I am at the point in my life where I am OK to not have all the answers, but there is a few things I have learned along the way. Along this path, I have not found many who are comfortable talking about questioning beliefs or exploring new ones, but I have found one particular person to connect with and explore alongside me.

My spiritual sister and I were born to different parents (but incidentally with the same last name, which I guess for our ethnicity, is not all that uncommon), but found each other at a pivotal time in our adulthoods. We have been by each other sides as life has taken unexpected twists and turns and we have talked about how our beliefs have changed and evolved within those events.

You are welcome here to explore alongside with us on this journey. Please join us on this spiritual path as we continue to learn, grow and explore as sisters.

In love and sisterhood,




“Some changes look negative on the surface but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge.” Eckhart Tolle

I’m Ed, the other half of the sisterhood.  When I graduated college and successfully completed a masters in Education, I waited for Samadhi to arrive.  By my mid thirties, after all successful attempts at living the American Dream had failed, I found myself in a familiar space I had often experienced in the past: paralyzing fear.  It was through that fear I started to explore my faith in God again, and at the same time, challenging all the worldly structures I had a hand in creating.  As a gay thirty-something year old male, I could no longer practice a faith which excluded parts of me; parts that were important in finding wholeness.  That’s when I decided to start seeking the Creator on my own terms.

I’ve blogged about the last twenty years of life and all the lessons I’ve learned along with way in The Details of My Spiritual Journey.  I was inspired by my friend and sister Angelina after she started her own blog Angie Eats Peace.  As my blog started to evolve, Angelina and I found we had many life lessons in common; and after The Great Spin Out of 2014, our spiritual sisterhood began.

My hope is to find oneness with everyone who encounters our blog.