Word 17: Clouds


I’m speechless today…I finally caught up on the last few blogs and now I’ll just grace you with some pictures of my own personal obsession…clouds. I am always taking pictures of the sky, but that’s because it’s ALWAYS changing. I’m always looking up. ๐Ÿ™‚ All are mine unless otherwise stated.ย 

a walk on the pier w/mom in 2011
on the train to NYC
My sis DeAnna took some cool pics on the plane en route to Jamaica
She captured God

Jamaica was beautiful….I wished I were there

The sky above my house…
A nighttime sky in Peekskill, NY
I hope you’ve enjoyed my nearly wordless word challenge for the day ๐Ÿ™‚ย 

The Seventeenth Day…

…a day where you helped someone in a big way

I thought long and hard about this. I can’t figure out anything other than something that is SO personal that it would invade someone else’s privacy.

I seriously didn’t think out these questions (or else I’d have tailored them to my own simplicity). LOL

I like to think that I’m helping different people in different ways. I pray that my writing, like my poetry and stories…even what I’m doing now, with my graphic design business…is helping. Whether it’s inspiration, encouragement, or dreams manifested…I could only be blessed for the legacy of me to be a positive one. I just want to shine and be a light…a beacon of love. At least MOST of the time. LOL

That’s all.

17~ Baby Love

Do you think young people can fall in love and it be true?

Yep. LOL (is this a running theme? I am always saying YES to love…)

Okay, in my defense…I know SEVERAL couples who are married with children and toughing it out in committed relationships close to 21 years later…who were in love in High School.

I always hoped that I’d fall in love so deeply with someone and they do the romantic things that I saw my friends do for their loves back then. Valentine’s Day deliveries to their class…prom dates…Homecoming King and Queen together. I saw that so much and it has worked for a lot of folks.

I don’t think being young has SHIT to do with knowing and understanding love. Just like you have old ass muhfuggas who refuse to grow the hell up and embrace the potential of love. You can be 50+ still hustling the game…not knowing jack about what it takes to be “in love”. I believe there are “Peter Pan” souls born into some who never allow the maturer things to set in as they age. I also believe that their are older souls born into babies that experience life and love vividly, deeply, truly and grasp the importance of it’s place.

I want to shout out some of my favorite folk from High School…*raising e-glass* Here’s to Young Love…

Tochia & Larry

Tameka & Darryl

Keith & Rarsha

Kim & Crandall

Troy & Mary

May God continue to bless your forever young love ๐Ÿ™‚

Dia Diezisiete~ A Book I’ve Read That Changed My Views On Something

I read TWO books that accomplished this…
When I was with my ex of 8.5 yrs (who was 22yrs my senior) it was a learning experience in more than one way. I didn’t come away with only traumas. I came away with a plethora of knowledge on a vast number of things. Being with him was like attending a very exclusive university and apprenticing for a genius, albeit…”off-color” mind. My thirst for knowledge was quenched and THEN some.
He had an almost rare collection of books that he took care of like an eccentric curator a library. He would instruct how to read the book without destroying theย  binding, pages and shape of the book. To this day, I am tender with the books I read…whether mine or someone else’s.
One day, he said, “We’re going to read today…” I was probably…22 going on 23. I felt like saying, “F_C% that…” out of rebellion…but the sponge in me wanted to absorb…so I complied. He handed me 2 books that day. He said, “You can read this in one day…both of them, but if you can’t…at least by tomorrow I want a book report.” I looked at him like he stole my mama’s purse and shoes and put them on and asked, “How do I look?” O_o <—yea, like that.

I did it. I read, “Assata Shakur: A Biography”. Let me tell you…BEFORE I met this cat…I was a militant ABW. I was well versed in the ways of Afro-Centric thinking and unlearning and relearning. This book didn’t show me anything different about racism (well some of it…because the way she was treated was beyond what I’d known). What this book showed me was the TRUE power of a Black woman with a mission. The courage that can only come from an oppressed spirit with a free mind. This woman’s story was heart-wrenching, exciting, inspiring, and intensely written with a power that spoke to my young mind. It’s still one of my favorite books.

The next book was “Superman to Man” by J.A. Rogers. I didn’t know WHAT this book was going to be about. The first thing I thought of was Christopher Reeves. (See how the indoctrination of society can place “flash pictures” of ideas and dogma without even trying? The purest example of slave mentality where you don’t have to beat your subject…just break down their thought process and walk away. They’ll enslave themselves (and their brethren) all on their own ala “Willie Lynch”)

What I READ…was amazing. I’m not going to even tell you what that book is about. I’m asking you to read it if you haven’t. If you’re interested in brilliance and wit…read it. The way this book is written is pure genius. Hell, if I can get hold of another copy…I’m gonna read it again! All I know is that this book gave me confidence to speak up and be heard…to be ME in all of my God-gifted intelligence and to walk tall in what I know. Who I AM. A beautiful, intelligent woman with, not just a mind…but the spirit of a quiet warrior.