the dawning of 2012 • a new age
As the Gregorian calendar ushers us into a new age, I send love and peace to all of you. Happy New Age!! Let us hope the planet will smoothly make this transition into this New Age of greatness and elevate us to greater spiritual awareness. I bow my head to all of you, to the planet and to the universe.
Please remember:
i honor that place in you in which the entire universe dwells.
i honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light, and of peace.
when you are in that place in you, and i am in that place in me;
we are one.
May the wind forever be at your back and the sun on your skin. Namaste and Sawubona.
what i want to tell
the truths i want to tell, no one wants to hear. folks don’t want to know about the painful bits of knowledge that sit inside me, waiting to burst from my rib cage. they want the watered down version of life, the version with lipstick and make-up that presents itself on nightly news. they don’t want the core of my being, the me that says, this shit right here, this ain’t life. this is what you’ve been made to believe is life. real life lives outside the matrix. it lives in zion where the people are trying to set themselves free while still finding love on the other side of a cave wall. no…no one wants my truth.
as i sit at my desk, staring at the screen, i remember the many days i tried to tell my truth. but folks wanted to live inside the matrix. they wanted to forget, get their memory wiped clean of all the truths they were exposed to. they didn’t care that the steak wasn’t real, they still wanted it; fake, intangible, in their mind food. it was ok for them…that never been seasoned taste of dead flesh on their tongue…that taste that never really existed and never will. my truths are raw. they make even me shudder in fear of what it could all mean. what does it all mean? i really don’t know, but i’m tired of the pink lipstick being painted on the pig of existence.
when do we face the realities of life that don’t gel with what we imagine life should be? wouldn’t facing certain truths emancipate many from the mental, emotional, intellectual and physical slavery? it’s true, no one wants to hear my truths. my truths are too brazen, too bold, too…truthful. my truths cut deep. they take no prisoners. my truths run naked through the streets for all to see. they aren’t hypocritical.
i want to write about life as it is lived by those who don’t have the option of living inside a dream. i want to write for the ones without a voice who don’t know anything but the reality they must live. their moments of joy are far and few between. i see them. i write for them. i let their reality become a part of the book of life. they know things we may never know, that life isn’t always what we make it, that sometimes others force their way of being on us. and sometimes the only freedom we really have is the freedom we create in our minds, the freedom that lives tucked away in the back of our hearts, in a place where no one can reach. the freedom thieves can only get to our bodies…if they try real hard, they get to our minds. but we can be strong and build a fortress against it. if we try real hard…maybe.
the truths i want to tell, no one wants to hear. so i’ll just tell them to myself, in my little corner of the world, hoping that if i tell them, they’ll set us free.
on mayonnaise
Today I made my first batch of mayonnaise from scratch. Ingredients: egg yolk, lemon juice and coconut oil. I never imagined how simple a process it could be. I added a touch of cayenne, hungarian paprika and brown sugar once I’d finished the basic mixing. Even without those additional ingredients (my personal touch), it was pretty good mayonnaise. It was fluffy and rich, minus all the garbage such as “natural flavors” that are nothing more than a host of laboratory created ingredients care of the flavor companies, many of which reside in New Jersey. Not only did it come out good, but it took all of ten minutes to prepare. Amazing!
life in perspective
We each have our own views on life. Those views can be as different as our DNA and fingerprint. Today, do not think about only what you’ve been told to think about, or what you’ve been made to believe is the truth of your existence. Think like your DNA. Think like your fingerprint. Think different. Think about what was lost and what was gained. Think on all those who have entered and exited your life and have transformed who you are. Consider those whom you have never met, yet, their affect on your life is as profound and lasting as if they were living in the room next to you. Those affects can be both positive and/or negative, there is no real way for you to know whose past influence is affecting the trajectory of your life at this moment. Honor and mourn all who have gone from this place and now live in a distant past spanning possibly thousands of years before you. You are because they were. Meditate. Connect. Remember.
driving in the rain
Today we went out to pick up a friend. It was raining. Driving in the rain has never been anything I was particularly concerned about. But today it was raining harder than I had expected. The drive was a bit nerve racking, not so much because of the rain, but because of all the people who seemed to veer out of their lane due to a lack of “rain-driving” (my word) skills. The trucks were more ominous than usual, as the water kicked up off their tires making it harder to see. The windshield wipers suddenly didn’t seem to be going fast enough, although nothing about them had changed. It was an adventure to say the least.
Watching the rain pour down led me to thinking about the planet and how it survives. There is a process that allows the planet to continually regenerate. No matter how many cycles go by, it continues to change and grow in ways we cannot begin to imagine. The rain is a single process in thousands of processes all working together to maintain balance. Earth functions ideally when everything is working in concert, nothing hindered. The planet is amazing. The rain has not allowed me to see that, but It has allowed me to, yet again, remember.
minimizing the unexpected
I spent some time minimizing today. My usual routine is to minimize areas of the house, the garage, attic, closets and all those places where we store our things. Each time I minimize an area, it feels lighter. My mind is not so filled with the clutter we sometimes don’t realizes is there. When we store things, we also store it away in a compartment in our mind. There are things I hadn’t touched in years, yet when I got rid of them, finally, I realized it was in fact cluttering my mental real estate. Clearing the mind of clutter allows for a better flow of spiritual energy. There is a strong energy that moves through everything around me once my space is cleared.
There is one space I cleared today that we don’t usually think of as cluttered. I cleared my computer of unneeded files and organized my folders neatly. This is not the first time I’ve cleaned out files from my computer. But it is the first time I’ve been as thorough as I was today. I felt a weight lift. I am motivated to always ensure my space is as minimal as possible, whether in my home or on my computer. Minimal space, spiritual mind.
There I was, on the corner of W. Screven St. and S. Laurel St, looking out over the remains of a history virtually lost. Here remained a cemetery that was still in its segregated state, a history that far too many would dismiss as the past.Âť One side housed the bodies of lineages of Caucasian families; mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, grandparents, aunts and uncles. The other side, fenced off, was the unmarked graves of Blacks, that for all but one or two, received tombstones that seemed to be recent additions by family members who knew where their ancestors were buried. These stones were not made of marble, nor were they neatly engraved. At first glance the area looked like an open field that needed mowing, then you realize there are graves there, dozens of graves, graves of families, possibly soldiers and unfortunately, children, most probably slaves.
