Wednesday, April 22, 2015
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Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Life always opens doors, windows, portals etc to make a way for progress, either by breaking us to be remodeled into our true selves or by simply being uncharacteristically kind in our times of darkness, sadness, wallowing and self pity, to show us the rare but beautiful and powerful force that is empathy, kindness, love; our own personal outlet for passion and for salvation.
Poetry saved my life. Phenomenal Woman was one of the first poems that I ever read and something in me just clicked and without effort and with an unexpected level of skill I became a poet. My own words poured out from my soul and for a moment my life had meaning and purpose. I was giving a quiet place, a solitude within myself that I continue to cultivate today. A sacred that place that I can be both connected and disconnected from the world, a place that I know is pure, whole and safe from cruelty and punishment. Although the pain has come and gone in waves it has no since then been able to hold me hostage to my mind, my thoughts or my emotions. The fear is now fleeting and just like the pain it has taught me to be brave to come from a place of love and to learn to be courageous in my moments of doubt, fear and uncertainty.
Her soul was present in my life and for that I will be eternally grateful. The poems of Maya Angelou introduced me to a form of expression that saved my life. Phenomenal Woman indeed. Yet another soul who touched this earth and rose above life's many trials, tears, roadblocks and fears to realize her purpose on this earth. My connectedness to her life has reinforced my belief that we all share an unbreakable bond with and to the universe. We are bonded by love, by passion and by truth. We are all responsible for the education (the ascension, evolution) of our brothers and sisters. Thank you to a kind soul who exemplified the power that can only ever be harnessed from the spirit within. I have a warrior spirit just as she did and I owe her a debt of gratitude because her words set a course in my life and caused a shift of consciousness that has equipped me with a sense if responsibility to my fellow man to live out my own extraordinary purpose, believing at every step of the way that what is written cannot be unwritten. I truly hope that her soul is reborn for my daughters and sons and all of our daughters and sons.
The power to change a life is my purpose in this world. I've started with my own life. Learning what being courageous means in my life and for my life, loving myself; warts, callouses, scars and all. Accepting that there are no mistakes in this life. Every wart, every callous and every scar, those seen and unseen have been earned and I wear them all proudly. And from another of my absolute favorite poets whose words also resonated with me in my youth Robert Frost; "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that had made all the difference."
Sunday, July 21, 2013
In the wake of the Zimmerman not guilty verdict there has been a lot of talk on race. Personally I endeavor to take the intellectual route on the subject (although I don't always succeed). I will not discuss the case but I want to delve into some of the complexities behind existing and successfully thriving in America today. What options do we have moving forward. We're aware of the problems, now let's throw in some solutions.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Forecast: Cloudy with a chance of bitch slap. I kid...maybe.
My love affair with poetry. . .
Poetry used to be a huge part of my life back in the not so good old days. The first time I fell in love it was with poetry. I wrote things down to escape my past and present misery at the time and it never really occurred to me that it was any good. Until some time in high school I had the immense pleasure of meeting a man by the name of John Bennett (I hope I'm spelling his last name right). He saw something in me that I didn't know I possessed, at the time. There was a pain that took up residence behind my eyes that he somehow grasped on to. I put on a brave face so no one knew but that pain was suffocating me. I channeled that aggression and some of the misguided abhorrence into poetry and as it turns out although my experiences were mostly shrouded in darkness and despair, I somehow always found it in my heart and soul to personify love. Thus a true love affair with poetry began. I wonder what John is up to these days. I hope he's found love and has a little girl named Soliloquy to prove it.
So today on a whim, I picked up my purple pen and yellow paper (random tidbit: those are my two favorite colors and no that does not a Lakers fan make ;-p) I wrote a paragraph long affirmation for reasons I will not get into. Maybe I'll save that for another day. Basically today July eleventh has some significance to me and I wanted to get it in writing that I acknowledge chance and change coming into my life and I accept it and welcome it with both arms open. One thing led to another and I had one of those stream of consciousness moments and I began to describe the way that I love as it pertains to who I am. And a poem was born.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
I'm in the process of researching and writing up a prospectus for a potential business venture. I say potential because the ideas are there, the planning has begun, the concept can be translated from theory to reality but the energy behind the idea is not yet kinetic. I'm stressing and freaking out because at this point in my life failure is not an option.
In intimate conversations with friends and family, I always say that one should not plan life according to age but rather the stage that we're at in our lives. Right now I feel like I'm at the stage in my life where I must get my ducks in a row, so to speak. In this season of my life is a profound, relentless devotion to God, dedication and honesty to self and to my valued and trusted relationships, and to strengthening a foundation in order to accomplish future goals.
I must admit that I have certain reasonable concerns, like; am I making the right decision, is this the business route for me, can I succeed in this industry, do I have what it takes, do I have the perseverance and fortitude to weather the ups and downs that inevitably come with being a small business owner in my twenties. All are reasonable fears. I will immerse myself in my spirituality and in prayer in order to overcome these fears one at a time. Within the relationship I have with myself, God is at the center of it and I want to go on faith and believe that I can do anything because my spiritual strength goes beyond any human emotion. There is no room for doubts in my spiritual wheelhouse. That is what I hold on to as I take the necessary steps to secure my future.
So the journey begins. It's exciting to take the road less traveled, to set a goal that defies anyone's expectations of you and for you, to defy common logic, to do what is considered a great risk which may or may not reap the expected reward. I've been given a line to walk through this life and I only ever intend to walk it by faith.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
I feel like there should be some etiquette where extremely loud sex is concerned. It can go from super hot to borderline obnoxious in a hot minute. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this way. I think people should employ a certain level of courtesy. For instance the house should not physically shake. It's frightening! My first instinct is to call the fire department. Lol! I cannot deal with my neighbors. What's worst is living in a detached home and still being able to hear my neighbors in the next house. Ha! I mean LOUD! Pillows are a multipurpose item people.
Okay bye. That was my rant!