7.09.2011

Me?? Barney Look-Alike? Really??



Wow, this seem like eons ago. Yet as I watch it, it makes me think. Not of course about the fact that Penelope (the period) decided to visit the same morning of the event and bloat my stomach to ungodly proportions. So of course I look like Barney the Flying Dinosaur Enhanced Elephant, in a dress that was probably already a little too small to begin with. (as you see, I'm trying to use my arm to hide my stomach, nope, didn't work...not at all!)

And not about the fact that some random person was in the background singing with me, and I use the term 'singing' very loosely. I'm SO glad that I couldn't hear him on stage, cuz I probably would've had a real time BLACK GIRL, from DETROIT, EAST SIDE moment.

And definitely not about the weave that I allowed my cousin to talk me into. And although she did a good job, I'm just not the weave-wearing, eye-lash sporting type (hence the locs in my head now, right?). So to me my head looks like scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz, mixed with a little Chaka, and drizzled with some '77 Diana on the top. (Although my makeup was flawless!)

No. What I think about is my face, my expression, my body language. My Eyes. I don't think I'm ever as happy as when I'm on stage somewhere. Whether its the hood bar on the corner, or the church on the hill. Whether it's r&b, gospel, or poetry. Whether it's a testimony to abused women, or a speech to young girls. I most happy, most effective, most MYSELF, when I am pouring, giving, releasing all that I am.

And I think that's the missing element. I don't do it enough. I've become a little to caught up in 'life'. But life for me is NOTHING if I can't be who I am, if I can't do what I do. If I'm not writing, or singing, or speaking, or performing. And although I'm always somewhere doing something, I need to be doing it on a much broader scale.

Is this a get rich petition. Nope. I do it for the love of the art, the love of the people, the healing of the soul...mine and theirs. I do it because God gave me a gift. I do it because I'm one of the blessed to be able to.

It Is Time...Stay Tuned...

7.07.2011

Back From The Dead

I could give a bunch of excuses for my absence, but I won't. The truth is, I just couldn't write. I wanted to. I tried to write, but I couldn't.

But now I need to write like I need air to breathe. Writing is my defibrillator, it gives my life an electric shock when trials, tribulations, and obstacles flat line me. And I've had my share of obstacles lately. Even as I type these words, I feel my spirit being revived. I feel the blood awakening, the tingling in my nerves, the crackling of my bones.

So, let's start this journey again. Let's look at life, relationships, parenting, finances, spirituality, politics, education, love, happiness, hatred, anger, betrayal, sex...and whatever random thoughts pop into my head.

Oh yeah, I'se married nah, so this should be REAL interesting...

Talk to you soon, real soon...