Urban Rain Dance

This was my personal invitation to the rain. Signs of spring are all around. I like the urban setting these photos are taken in. We often fail to see natural wonders and beauty in the midst of city and suburban living.

This picture looks like it could have been taken anywhere. You have no idea this picture was not taken in a country setting.

The trash floating in this water to me was symbolic of the fact that we are in a more populated environment.

I tried to make sure that I got the edge of the concrete in this photo.

Black History Month Wrap Up

I didn't have any intention on writing a post on Black History month. Personally I have spent a lot of time learning about the contributions of African Americans primarily because I was raised in the midwest, and it's not a very diverse environment. As a result, the educational curriculum was not multifarious. In order for me to learn that the world is full of all kinds of people, who have made contributions to mankind, I had to seek out this information for myself.

I remember studying US history in high school. Exactly eleven pages were dedicated to "Contributions of African Americans in History" The text covered slavery thru current events. It wasn't until I was an adult that I knew that blacks sat in Congress in the 1800's! Here is a link to some of that information for anyone who is interested African Americans In the United States Congress In fact, the other history requirements for graduation were Western Civilization (The history of European based countries) and Non Western Civilization (The history of the entire rest of the world).

My life experience always led me to support the observation of Black History month. It was essential in order for me to obtain knowledge, and develop an understanding of my race. Additionally, I figured if I don't know these things, other races and cultures had limited information as well.

If I may, I'd like to share some quick interesting facts that I have learned over the years, about why Black History Month was established:
Carter G. Woodson, the son of a former slave started Black History week. He was too poor to go to school, so he taught himself basic high school education. Eventually, he became the second African American to earn his Ph.D. After attending a celebration that marked the 50th anniversary of slavery's abolition, he was inspired. He and 4 other individuals created the Association for the Study of Negro Life History (ASNLH). They began a publication The Journal of Negro History, because most textbooks ignored the history and achievements of black people. In 1926 He promoted the idea of Negro History Week. February was the designated month in honor of Abraham Lincoln and Fredrick Douglas's birthdays. In 1976 it was expanded to a month long observation. President Gerald Ford encouraged all to engage in Black History Month. In 1978 President Jimmy Carter with the government's support assigned February the official month to celebrate and honor he achievements of African Americans.

I appreciate the reasons why Black History Month was created. It was a necessity in this country at the time. At one point, I held the belief that sharing information about black's contribution to our county would help combat racsim. I no longer hold this belief. Racism is rooted in hatred and intolerance. Black history facts may make others less ignorant to our contributions, but it won't make a hateful person more peaceful.

My opinion of Black History Month is evolving. Black history is American history. I think it's time to integrate this information into everyday learning. In fact, education should be more well rounded and inclusive in it's acknowledgment of various races, ethnicities, and even the sexes. It's happening slowly. My children bring home reading assignments that are much more eclectic than any curriculum assigned to me. However, until the day comes where ALL Americans are represented in history, literature, art, music etc.... I will gladly and proudly celebrate Black History Month.

Personal Reflections...

Do you ever stand amongst God's creations and feel closer to Him?

When I take the time to open my eyes and appreciate the wondrous things that surround me,

I am in awe that He takes the time to be bothered with me also.

I am reminded of passages from the 8th chapter of Psalm:

verses 3-5: 

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,

The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,

What is man that You are mindful of him,

And the son of man that You visit him?

For You have made him a little lower than the angels,

And You have crowned him with glory and honor. 

I meditate on these words, and I am humbled and thankful.

She REALLY IS on Her Soapbox Today

Please allow me a moment to step up on my soapbox and do what I started this blog to do....RANT! This has been one heck of a week for me. I was almost ready to shut everyone from the outside world completely out. I just found myself so disheartened by a lack of compassion everywhere I turned.

I don't know when it happened, but more and more often I am seeing common sense take a back seat. It seems as if quickly summarizing and aligning yourself to a group is just an easier way to deal with or discount people. Therefore, you have political parties, races, nationalities, or religious sects of people who lock arms and support each other, with little or no thought to what any given issue is actually about.  Just because you and I share the same skin color, or nationality does not mean that I can support you in whatever foolishness you are promoting.

I truly started doubting myself this week. Am I living in a dream world? Does my quest to move in love and treat each person as an individual unrealistic? I just don't understand how people can't see that the lack of compassion they give would feel so terrible if they were on the receiving end of things.

To a certain extent, all I can do is attribute these actions to laziness and apathy. It's easier for some to move as a block group. It's easier to get results as a block group. But what have you gained if said results aren't really what you wanted in the first place? Is it easier to ignore an economic emergency, or social circumstance to say that your political party is in power? It is easier to condemn others and damn their ways, as long as you think you're walking down heaven's road? Is it fine that other people are offended by your words if you slam someone's frailties and faults even though none of us are perfect? We all have an area of our lives in which we struggle.

Just because you're a conservative I will not assign to you excellent moral character. Just because you're liberal I will not assume that you're elitist, or even worse yet, looking for some type of hand out. Just because you attend regular church, synagogue, or mosque services I can't assume you're friendly, and have a mind to serve others. Just because you're white I won't assume that you feel superior to other people. Just because you're black I won't assume that you're angry and aggressive. Just because you're a woman I am not going to assume you're emotional.

It sure seems as if people who spew negativity towards anyone who is different are not that happy. Besides, I have been pleasantly surprised and enriched by connecting with people who at first glance didn't have anything in common with me. I don't find it exhausting to take each person I meet at face value.  I'm going to have to stay the course I am currently on.

Yesterday's Baby...Tomorrow's Man

This is my first born. He's a turning another year older. Motherhood exposed me to a level of love  I didn't know existed. With that revelation, came the desire to live my life in a way that would inspire him. I don't know how much of his fantastic nature is a result of my influence. But, I can say that he is a dynamic child whom his teachers refer to as "upper echelon in social status amongst his peers." I tell people he has the potential to be the next President, or P Diddy. I am just praying that he channels all of his energy into a positive and productive path. Our private conversations leave me inspired and proud. He is progressively making more of his own choices. The intricacies of his decisions are very well thought out. I acknowledge that it's time for a shift to take place in my parenting style. It's time for him to make gradually tougher life choices, while I attempt to trust the life lessons we've instilled. My hope is that the foundation we laid will contribute to good judgement, and a life well lived.

They say a picture says 1,000 words. Y'all see what I'm working with. PRAY FOR ME!!! :)

Valentine's Day 2012

So much of what I write is conjecture that is drawn from my personal understanding and view of the world. When it comes to love I like to look to something much greater than myself. I am, and will forever be a student of love. I want to love more. I want to love better. As good as love gets to me, I consider it to be a limitless resource. So, I will never stop reaching, and growing, and trying to give and receive more love.

When it comes to my favorite examples of love, I see a very common underlying theme, be it real life, artistic impressions, or written word. The love that I admire always mirrors what I read in a the biblical passage 1 Corinthians chapter 13.

We hear it read at weddings and during church services. But there is so much knowledge and truth contain within those scriptures, that it simply cannot become a cliche in my eyes. No in my opinion, it is something to be studied.

1 Corinthians 13

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1	If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
2	And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
3	If I give away all I have, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
4	Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful;
5	it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;
6	it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
7	Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8	Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.
9	For our knowledge is imperfect and our prophecy is imperfect;
10	but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away.
11	When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up childish ways.
12	For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood.
13	So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. So I will continue to study and learn love's lesson plan. Thus far some of my experiences have been difficult and excruciatingly painful. But, I have very few regrets. I would choose love all over again every single time. I'm grateful for the love that has been given to me. I am confident the pureness in which I have given it has effected others in a positive way. Feelings of love have the ability to stay with us after the person we interacted with is no longer present. It's all that I have to hold onto from those who are no longer in my life, and vice versa. But it's more valuable than most of what we could tangibly acquire....LOVE....

RIP Whitney

 This is a voice recording of me processing Whitney's death... 

I don't want to be redundant. But, as I was saying, there is a group of people to whom Whitney is so special. I spent time yesterday just listening to her music. Remembering why certain songs were so significant to me. Cherishing the memories that were attached to the music.

I looked through images of her over the years. Most of them were very flattering. There were also pictures of some of her really low points. Through it all, there were so many people who were sad for her. People that were hopeful that she would be able to get back on path of success. I for one was very inspired when she made her last attempt to rise to the top. Her voice was deeper and raspier, but her spirit was just as open and magnetic as always. Instantly I was emotional listening to her song that stated that she was not built to break. Once again, she hit the nail on the head. Her message was totally relatable.

When it comes to artistry I tend to divide people into two groups. There are those who showcase their talent. And there are those who share their talent. Whitney shared her gift of music with the world. When I watched her perform her arms were often raised in supplication. It was as if she was opening herself up to her God given talent. There were other times where she with outstretched arms, gave to the people. It was if she were trying to impart her heart's sentiment. And, I felt it.

To not hide or be selfish with your talents, is a wonderful gift to share. For her it was music, acting, and entertainment. But I have always taken away from people like her, that we should all do the same with our gifts and callings. I'm still in the process of learning who I am, and what I have to offer to the rest of the world. But I will give, as revelation is given to me.

Rest In Peace Whitney. And thank you.