Category Archives: Daily Musings

Delete that Memory

DSC05749We all have stories that we tell.

Some folks focus only on the negative

and like a wind-up doll

they keep telling the same sad tale

to whomever will listen.

I’m not sure why

some folks only dwell on the negative,

what’s not right

what someone did them

victimhood!!!

I have no patience for those stories

anymore

they don’t help the victim

nor the listener to move forward.

Often, the person telling the story

will insist it’s the absolute truth

but every story has many sides.

You might select to only see/hear

the version that makes you comfortable.

Well I’m inviting you

to stop telling sad, victimhood stories

about your life.

Find the good , the light, the joy.

Make yourself a hero

–find the myriad shades

of blue — all the nuianceDSC05464

evident in the ocean and other

things in nature– and speak

those realities too and you might

just find your way to more light.

Interviewing the Caribbean

Dear Caribbean Sisters & Brothers, Fellow Writers/Artists:

Who owns your creativity, your ideas, your work?

Is it important that you get credit and monetary compensation for it?

Of what value is your creative work to the development of a Caribbean identity and society?

Is it okay for others to borrow, sample, reuse, your work without permission?

These are just some of the issues we want to see explore in this first inaugural issue of the journal, Interviewing the Caribbean.

Submit, poems, stories, interviews and conversations.

IC call for entries

Wait and See

Sometimes

after you have done

everything

you know how

after you have explored

multiple angles

and you have not gotten

the results or desire

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then all you can

do is

wait and see

but do this with

expectation

with zooming focus

on what

you want

and deserve

and be prepared

for something

even better

to manifest

What’s Stopping You

95% of the time, the excuse many people give for not doing what they want to do, is lack of money.

I wish I could travel, but I just don’t have the money.

I wish I could work part time, but I cannot live on half of what I make.

I wish I could write a book, but I just don’t have the time to take than on now.

I really have a lot of great ideas, but have no money to execute them.

I think I would be great at…but it’s too late now or I can’t afford to switch gears at this stage of my life.DSC05443

When do you stop making excuses?

When do you seize the moment?

You are the only one stopping you.

Many of my friends have way more money than me, and could do far more traveling, but they don’t. Even though they say that is one of their desires.

Because they also make way more money than me, if they did some adjustments, they too could live comfortably on half their income, and have the time to do some of those others things they have been putting off.

For me it has always been about choice.  How do I want to go out — meaning die?

I have always lived by the code, if I die tomorrow, I don’t want regrets to be anywhere in the equation.

Therefore, I do and go now.  I explore ideas now.  I live my dreams now.

I don’t know if I will ever have enough money, or if there will ever be the right time, or that when I retire, I will begin to do all the things I have put off.

I am not allowing money, time  or circumstances to stop me.  I am not allowing myself to stop me.

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So dump your excuses and ask yourself, “What’s stopping me?”

Look in the mirror when you do, as more than likely, the person stopping you is the one staring back at you.

Reading & Writing

IMG_3417_2There is no greater pleasure, next to loving making and intimacy, than reading and allow ample time to day-dream.

Daydreaming is a necessary precursor to being a writer. The mind has to be free so an idea, the germ of a story, can come to you.  It is in the act of daydreaming that I get to examine my characters, explore the plot and learn the direction of the story.

This is where I learn what I know and I realize what I need to know, and it is where I am often surprised at who is in my head and where I am been led — without permission.

Many writers talk about being a vehicle for their respective stories, but it is more profound than that and someone should undertake this examination. What exactly is going on between the writer and a story, and where do these stories come from?
I am to be writing a romance novel and a collection of poems about my father, but God’s Child, a woman I don’t even know, has entered into my life and has guided me to write five stories now about her, when she isn’t on my list of books to write.

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How did she so easily usurp this place, so that now I am writing a short book about her life? I am thinking about her. I am asking people about her. Who is God’s Child, this mad woman, this woman in pain and why did she select me to talk with, to interest and invest me with telling her story?

Where are the psychologist, theoretician, etc.…? This is important stuff, a writer and her craft, a writer and her relationship to her characters.

From I was a child, even before I knew that I could and would be a writer, I was preparing myself to write. Well life was preparing me. Rather than playing with dolls, I would wander off to daydream by myself. I would crouch and listen to people’s stories. I would hear and remember things no one said or remembered having done.

I have not been writing a lot these last weeks, too much noise and people and remodelling going on at the home front, but I have been reading, about child abuse for my new play and other things.

This morning I got up, a little inertia, a little okay what’s going on with me, then I picked up a book, made myself fresh hot cocoa, put my feet on the African hassock, turned on the fan and read… equilibrium returned.

I was where I needed to be, doing what I needed to be doing, despite the hammering and sawing and painting going on downstairs. I was made to read and write and live a live of leisure, and I dear anyone to challenge my claim.

Although in the last fiver years I have donate more than four thousands of my personal books to various institutions and individuals, I still have more than I have place to store – 49 boxes in storage…those with which I am still reluctant part.

This year I have really jumped in gear and I bought only books on my Kindle, yes I have succumbed, well actually I did buy three books that weren’t on Kindle, but I am going the tech mode…I think.

Whatever the format, I love reading, and I love writers and am curious about where their stories come from and the various techniques they use to hook readers, myself included.

I am a writer. I am a reader. I am a writer, reader.

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Listening to the Wind

I could smell the rain

coming over the hill

puffing up the clouds

breezing towards me

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The air was crisp and cool

The wind was in full form

provoking the ocean

folding waves and galloping horses

grabbing hold of the coconut fronds

and together they danced

provocatively moving in and out

of each other

The breeze skidded, tumbled, twirled

raising the dress of the earth

tossing leaves

grazing my skin

Oh it was most seductive

an energy so alive

i felt out-of-body

Pay Attention

This morning on my walk I was so thankful for my body, which I have been blaming for weight gain.

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Yet I am very grateful for the health and happiness of my body and for the pleasures I derive from it.

I felt alive, striding, inhaling the fresh, salty air, and experiencing the breeze fanning my body as it sweated.

I wanted to make sure I paid attention to everything, the smallest detail, and give thanks for all.

What are you ignoring in your life?  Often, those little things we think can wait so we ignore, are what can and will make a big difference in our lives.

Have you talked to the birds lately that flit from branch to branch by the tree you sit near?  What about the numerous lizards, flies, mosquitoes?

Are you truly paying attention to your still small voice, to the yearnings of your heart, to what brings your joy?

Are you taking time, daily, to just sit in silence and surrender everything?

Are you laughing each day like a happy child, confident and surrounded by love?

Are you being vigilant that the ideas and thoughts that fill your mind daily are positive, and affirming and can help to move you forward.

What do you gift the world and life daily?

I gift you perfect health, happiness and that all your needs, for your ultimate fulfillment, are met.

Ase.

Agreement With Myself

About a decade ago I found Don Miguel Ruiz’s Four Agreement, which resonated deeply with me, and which caused me to examine the various conscious and unconscious agreements that I have made with myself.

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This last decade I have come to various crossroads and at each, I have had to decide what agreements am I making with myself, with the universe, with the many and diverse people I encounter.

I have decided on ease and luxury in everything I do, and only doing what makes me happy, and only associating with those people who affirm and support my core values.

For the most part that is how I have always lived, and continue to live, but every so often I stumble and realize that I’ve veered off this path, and I have to stop and redirect myself back on the path, back to the agreements I have made with myself.

I have made the agreement long ago, and I believe in all my many other lives, to see the beauty around me and celebrate that beauty and add to it wherever and whenever I can.

I have made the agreement to have order and peace in my personal space and keep out the gossipy and senseless noise of the outside world — complainers– as much as is possible without being a hermit.

I have made the agreement to be as creative as possible and share my creativity with others and, whenever possible to open doors for others to share and express their creativity through the various arts.

I have made the agreement to travel and see and know more of the world and write and photograph all that I see and share freely.

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I agree to my perfect mental, physical and spiritual health and to not covet anyone, or to compare my achievements to anyone else or wish anyone, include known or unknown enemies, any ill-will.

I agree to peace and everyone’s needs being met.  I agree to true freedom and justice for South Carolina, for the USA, Africa, The Caribbean (the entire world and all its people and creatures), to all people of African descent and the historical injustice that has been done, and have gone without apology, or repatriation.

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Celebrating Life and Death, Dr. Barbara Christian’s Legacy

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Barbara was a friend and an inspiration to many.

Talk about a big heart.

Talk about unselfish giving.

Talk about a brilliant scholar who had an open door/home policy.

Talk about someone who mentored.

Talk about someone who fought the system, and kept the door open for others to run through.

Talk about someone who was relentless.

She encouraged me to do my doctorate.

She was instrumental in getting my first short story collection, Bake-Face published.

She hosted my book party.

My wedding took place in her backyard.

She hooded me when I got my Ph.D.

She was godmother to my oldest child, Shola.

She hosted parties for all of us.

She wrote me letters of recommendation for jobs and fellowships.

She listened while I talked and heard me.

She asked me to teach her classes when she was going on leave.

She encouraged me to keep writing and not allow the academy to get in the way of my creativity.

She confided in me about her life, growing up in St Thomas.

She said she was going to write a novel and tell it all when she retired.

She helped so many writers, including Toni Morrison, Alice Walker & Audre Lorde, et al, to  make their work canonize in the academy.

She supported numerous students and young critics.

She fought.

She loved.

She wrote and lectured and worked and lectured.

She was the first Black woman to get tenure at UC Berkeley.

She was the first in many regards.

She must be remembered.

She is remembered

She is remembered

with love, with kindness, with praise, with sadness, with hope…

She is remembered.

She is remembered.

  1. Barbara Christian was an author and professor of African-American Studies at the University of California, Berkeley. Wikipedia
  2. Born: December 12, 1943, Saint Thomas

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What My Son Has Taught Me – His Birthday Poem

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I have not yet mastered language

to describe adequately

what you mean to me

how much you’ve taught me

the challenges we waded through

the growth we rose to

the laughter & joy we share

the undeniable connection

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You made me realize

bravery was love

and love was powerful

You know there is nothing

i would not do

for your safety and well being

David (in the Bible) has noting over me

I learned the turn meaning of advocacy

I was reminded of daring

sheer joy        love of animals

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You are active/athletic

artistic with a ready smilejaja:sloane

an independent wanderer

who is not afraid to

venture on your own

meet people

be present to

what’s around you

In Egypt you amazed mejajaegypt

by your breadth of knowledge

your protective posture

with your sisters and grandmother

You requested that

I take the family to DC

For President Obama’s first inaugurationjajaobama'sinauguration

Your insights into politics

and the significance of events

You dared me for your 21st birthday

to go sky diving, which we didjajamomskydive

You took to Barcelona and Granada

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and helped me to navigate the citiesIMG_1777

you chilled in Paris

reflecting on time and history

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Your quiet brilliance

unassuming but deep

philosophical posture

Champaign is your drink of choice

and you appreciate family

I love our talks about books and films

Love that we trust each other

Love that we take walks and enjoy gardens

Love that you are my son

Love that you’re in my life

Love that you were sent to me

Love all that you keep teaching

me and others

Yes, it is you, all of you

that I love

Happy Birthday

My Awesome son

who has grown to embody

the meaning of your name

Peaceful Warrior!

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