In the Spirit of LOVE

Dear Readers,

Someone comes into your life after many seasons of broken and dysfunctional relationships; He/She said “I love you” and the expectation is to respond, “I love you.” What happens when you do not feel this heart-pounding, palm sweaty, gitty LOVE? You are happy with the companionship and camaraderie of the relationship. You have opened your heart to caring for someone who have brought joy in your life that was dark and empty. However, there is the question of LOVE.

You are forced to evaluate your position in the relationship because your partner is not satisfied with how deeply you care for them he/she wants LOVE. What is LOVE? What is this LOVE that leads people to search until they have connected body and soul to their true soul mate; but disappointment comes because the LOVE you thought you found was confused with lust and infatuation. What is the secret for the couples who stayed together for 20, 20, 40 plus years?

I believe that the bond shared between people extend beyond the boundaries of the kind of LOVE that people mentally boxed themselves into. LOVE is a word that people carelessly throw around. LOVE is the reason why some people say they get married. No. you get married because you and your partner have vowed to love, honor, respect, and care for each other, while forsaking all others. These wedding vows have a deeper meaning then saying I LOVE You. We have all know a couple or two that have vowed to love and honor until death does its part, but at the first sign of trouble, they contact a divorce lawyer.

When my father passed I watched my mother stare at his closed casket and after 32 years of marriage, she said,” there goes my best friend.” That was 24 years ago and I still get goose bumps when I recall that moment. People say “I LOVE YOU.” For many different reasons. I say it is the intentions behind and what is in the heart of the person who says “I LOVE YOU.”

I will say this I will never judge a person based on how much I think he/she loves or does not’ love me. People express LOVE in various ways. Because we have our narrow vision of what we want LOVE to be sometimes we miss extraordinary experiences because we close our eyes to LOVE.

Think about this the next time someone holds your hand. When a stranger flashes an authentic smile, the kind that light sparkles in their eyes. When you receive, a hug and the person squeeze you and holds on for a few extra seconds.When you receive a card that say, “Thinking of You.”

When a stranger shows an act of kindness by paying for your coffee. Think about the time when you were at the end of the rope and just when you let go, someone caught you and helped you to hold on. LOVE is in every moment of each day. Do not close your heart, soul and mind to that spirit of love that flows around us every day.

What Say You?

 

And the Band Played On

Dear Readers,

I am thankful that my father shared his love of music with me.  Music flowed throughout our house every day, all day, Jazz, Blues, Rock N Roll, Blue grass, and Country, yes I said Country. My father loved Charlie Daniels, Roy Roger, and the men in black Johnny Cash. My father introduced me to classical music and opera, but my favorite is Big Band music. I love the sound, groove, and the energy of the Big Bands. Every time I hear the sound of swing music, I remember sitting in the living room with my dad and watching people dance with jubilation to big Band music.

My top Ten List of Big Band Leaders.

  1. Glenn Miller
  2. Duke Ellington
  3. Benny Goodman
  4. Louis Armstrong
  5. Count Basie
  6. Tommy Dorsey
  7. Artie Shaw
  8. Buddy Rich
  9. Cab Calloway
  10. Lionel Hampton

 

Top Ten of Big Band Songs

  1. Sing, sing, Sing
  2. Chattanooga Choo Choo
  3. Take The “ A” train
  4. In The Mood
  5. Mack the Knife
  6. Star-dust
  7. Lover man ( oh where can you be)
  8. Begin The Beguine
  9. White Christmas
  10. I’ll Never Smile Again

The Tales of Two Shootings

Dear Readers,

A loose of life is a devastating experience; however, what more shocking is when lives are ruined by senseless acts of violence that leaves us bewildered. The latest mass school shooting in Texas is more than an unfortunate incident, and for a lack of better words, this is becoming too common. These illogical acts of savagery spark debates among political leaders about stronger gun laws. We talk, analyze and sensationalize these shootings by publicly commenting on the shooter and comparing the analogous of past school shootings. School unites in prayer and candlelight’s vigils in support of the family and the victims, and psychologist arrive on the scene to help people to cope with feelings of anger, shock, and bewilderment. We see the anguish on the faces of family who have the painful task of making funeral agreements.

A life taken is a life taken  and no individual life should matter more than the other, “ It is written that you return to  the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust you are , and unto dust shall you return “ ( Gen 3:19). This verse is true for all life. Then why isn’t there the same outrage and collective concern and emotional support when an individual of color is violently gunned down in cold blood. Where is the political indignation and prayer vigil for the community and the victim’s family? Police fired 39 bullets into the body of 19 –year –old Tyler Damon Woods, not a thug as the news media would have the public to think, but a young men who despite growing up in harsh conditions, dreamed of becoming a Hollywood actor and enjoyed bowling, horseback riding and swimming.

Louis Pena, a veteran pathologist with the Los Angeles Coroner’s Office, determined that 19 bullets—six of them individually devastating enough to kill—riddled Woods’ tall, slender body. One shot struck his left eye, crashed into his brain, and fractured his skull. Other “sharply upward” shots slammed into his stomach, lungs, liver, ribs, bladder, and small bowel. Eight bullets penetrated the target’s back, left arm, hip, leg, shoulder, and right buttock. Pena labeled the carnage a homicide. In nearly two decades of performing autopsies in a region with one of the highest murder rates in the nation, he’d rarely seen so many bullet wounds in one corpse. . https://www.ocweekly.com/socal-cops-are-still-defending-39-bullet-barrage-on-unarmed-man/

There is no debate about how to create laws putting an end to police using excessive force when they encounter a person of color. I am not making this a racial issue. This is matter of lives lost and how society views the importance of one act of violence over another. I wish for an end to whatever is in the hearts and minds of the people who commit these crimes.

What say you?

 

 

 

 

BALANCE

Dear Readers,

“Got to have it all” or “Be all that you can be” which one of these slogans describes the life you are struggling to live. There are countless books, essays, articles and motivational speakers telling us that we can “Have It all” meaning juggling career, family, travel and a social life, while trying to squeeze in eating and sleeping. This idea of “Having it All’ springs forth from the ideology of advertisement that frown at simplicity, and that having less is not a fulfilling life or quality lifestyle. People who desire a simpler life are settling for mediocrity. Why settle for less when you have more? Most people believe in the saying “Dream big or go home” Yeah ok. We live in a society were materialism vs minimalism is a tough trade-off. Who doesn’t want to enjoy the finer things in life? Well, here is some news for you sometimes the finer things in life are above the pay grade. The battle between the Haves and the Have Nots continues as an ever-ending drama of individuals comparing their life to those who they have no idea how those who seem to: “Have It All” are robbing Peter to pay Paul for all those shiny new things.

This mindset of “Having It All” is a competition between people from different social economic status. If having it all means struggling to keep up with the Jones whoever they are and each day you dread opening your mailbox because of the mountain of bills that pile up month after month after month.  You start to hate the things you purchase because of them you are in over your head.

The title of this post is BALANCE.

What Say You?

 

Resurrection

Dear Readers,

Today is the first day that I have sat down and put pen to paper. My absence was not due to a dry spell, writers block or lack of ideas. It was TIME. The last few months (February –May), I was grinding, splitting my time between 2 part-time jobs while completing my Masters. During this time I suffered from what I thought was a bad cold that developed into pneumonia. However, as the saying goes “I trooped it out.” I pushed through until the date of completions. It has taken me five years to return to graduate school. Each time I attempted to register for my final class, something or someone got in the way.

During this time of waiting to cross the finish line to graduation, I lost to death, two uncles, my grandmother, she lived a long life and went out with a smile on her face. Two nephews (victims of violence) my step-father a great man, a sister who helped me develop my love for reading, my twenty year old niece who suffered from cerebral palsy thanks to her dedicated mother, this little princess lived a good life. I was almost homeless due to the loss of my apartment, including some of my possessions. I had to change roommate twice and nearly lost my sanity. Through all of this, I smiled looked up to heaven and with thick tears in my eyes asked. WHY?

Well here, I am the May 3rd deadline to submit my final project and application for graduation on June 14 has come and gone. No, there is no light at the end of the tunnel. I am in limbo. Why because those who are place in the position of power deemed me unworthy of receiving a grade of INC. I needed an extra two weeks to submit the total number of hours needed to complete my field study. I pleaded my case but it fall on death ears. I was told that if my total grade tallies up to an F, yes an F. I would have to repeat the course. This means pay another $2000.00, plus the $300 for graduation and re do all the assignments AGAIN.

After receiving this message via email from the director of the Education department, I laid in bed in a fetal position for two days. I felt sorry for my finance, tried as he did, I could not pull myself out of bed. I do not know how, but I managed to resurface and got back into life. I have not checked my email to see my final grade. I need time. In the meantime, Good news, I am getting MARRIED. Well, not soon, but I am getting married to a wonderful man who supported me thorough all of this madness. I have a new home to remodel, and an appointment with the New York Missionary Baptist Advisory Council for my Ordination exam. Moreover, most importantly I need to get back to WRITING. When I check my email and if the news does not lead me to graduation, I will take the fall term off and enjoy living then start again in the SPRING.   In the meantime………

This was the best 549 words I have written in a long, long time. I am back.

What Say You?

 

one hit wonders

Dear readers,

How many of these tunes do you remember?  The best of the 1 hit wonders.

The best break up Song, I will Survive, Gloria Gaynor

I wear my sunglasses at night, Corey Heart,  I guess he couldn’t see cause that was his only hit.

Lean on me, Club Noveau

Didn’t know he had talent until I heard, Party All the Time, by funny man Eddie Murphy.

The Rain,  song by a singer who called named himself  after a breakfast beverage, Orange Juice Jones

Just got Paid, Johnny Kemp, Remember these famous lines, Friday night, just got paid ,money in my pocket time for getting down!

Who hasn’t taped their toe to this catchy tune, Puttin on the Ritz, Taco

People laughed at our next choice, but Mr. Lou Bega laughed all the way to the bank Singing, Mambo No. 5

Women  of all ages fall for this one, Archy Breaky, Heart , Bill Ray Cyrus

The next song instructed us to Grab that whip! Devo, Whip it!

99 Luftballons, enough said.

Ruff, Ruff, who let the dogs out, Baha Men

My favorite, Tainted Love, Soft Cell

Last but not least, who can’t forget that famous phone number song by Tommy Tutone, 8675309/jenny.

Now that you’ve had your stroll down memory lane, what say you?