WELCOME BACK

"Good writing is dependent on good reading" Saul Williams

So, "What's good?" This blog was started in College in an effort to give a place for the voices of single moms like myself and the semantics of our daily lives. I admit that a huge part of this life for me has been seeking a love to share home with. However, a good friend reminded me of the responsibility I feel I have to this population to have a voice. So I return to the part of life that matters to me...writing.

Do you have a story to share? Has there been a addition to your family? How has the dynamics of being the head of the household, single parenting been lately? Are you excited, frustrated, angry, curious, optimistic, pessimistic, nonchalant, indecisive, anxious, overwhelmed, fatigued,cool, hot, warm, tender-hearted,bummed out, joyful....

Free yourself and the voices that say to you any other thing besides how wonderful you are. I know there are many, many times when you are tired and frustrated at the hand we've been dealt, but hold on. My brothers and sisters there is a strength we have that is only surpassed by ourselves. We belong to a group that have decided to not just make lemonade, but also cook dinner to accompany lemonade. We belong to the group of people that don't give up but press on because we have to, there are child(ren) depending on us for every thing and we must continue.

So welcome again to the place where you are free to share whatever is on your mind and heart for I know the two are not always in sync. I say to you I am proud to call you friend....now share

Update

So a lot has happened since the last post but the most recent of these events have shifted me into complete oblivion. I have tasted and smelled pain so consistently that at times I questioned my place in life. Love played a terrible joke on me....again.  I said yes to what resembled love and took a serious risk only to have the last laugh played across my heart and body. I stepped in the passing lane and watched the apples fall by the road while my heart went along for the ride. I lost but this time the damage was minimal. So being the intense creature of habit  I am I have returned to the comfort zone where love remains an unsolved mystery and very uninviting.

Since the BK, the change at home has come full circle and the manifest was difficult at times but  I'm okay with all of it now. I have come to accept the single lady lifestyle with ease...well most days. My children have blossomed into fuller beanstalks (no pun intended). We are preparing to surrender the eldest to the grounds of higher education with a single thought, desire and prayer...SUCCESS. I am confident things will work out though at times I'm concerned. Life has been hard but we are getting through it at my amazement each day.

So....this little note here is also to express my joy of a wonderful new friendship forming. Gracias senor EM.

This is also to highlight more change....I am ready to move I am ready for ownership. I am ready to defend and conquer all that matters to me...and that is a whole lot. I stand for one thing and its the love of the Father which means I follow none but become all things for all to win some..ADieu

Sometimes

Recently I have been listening to "Sometimes" by Bilal. In case you're unfamiliar, he uses the word "sometimes" as a catch phrase to state some concerns in a beautiful melody. I heard this song and have listened to it every day for the last two weeks. I have a moment to pay homage to this tune as I "sometimes" have questions on my own of myself and of others....

SOMETIMES...I wish I wasn't so naive, I knew how to let go, I still had the life of Sierra. I wish I could love truly and deeply. I wish he loved me enough to stay forever. I wish I didn't cut my hair. I wish I had perfect health. I were more social. I don't have to always wait for everything while others stride through life. I want to hear "Yes, Negetarian, we would love to have you." I heard "Congratulations, welcome home to the apple, we're so glad you're here, sit down stay a while." The money I've given out really does come back 100 fold. I were debt-free. My two children live to see forever. I live a good life that doesn't have duality. That Big son can smile in confidence. I want to be able to afford to splurge every now and then on my family. Visit every continent. I were better to Him sometimes. Sometimes I wish I knew the truth about my family and came clean about my own suffering. I could have a drink to take the pain away. I had no stretch marks. I had very nice teeth and hazel eyes....sometimes. Wrote a book and it became a nytimes bestseller, wouldn't that be nice. Sometimes that I waited to give my treasure away before marriage. Bore no shame of my identity. I could sew, sing and play guitar...lol.
Sometimes that I didn't have to itemize my life

Again

Since it has been some time since I have posted on this blog I will provide some insight. I have seen very little change in this thing called "love." I have in fact looked in a familiar direction and found comfort that eludes potential.
Watching my favorite movie "Love Jones" definitely does not help lift the mood I'm in.
The blues in my left thigh trying to become the funk in my right...wonderful

OK. So my intention was to share about love and what I have discovered in the last few months. Here is what I believe to be true: Real love never dies, Real love happens once, when its real you know it, you don't have to interpret it because you can trust it. It hurts sometimes but lasts forever. In spite of time, distance and people, real love is beautiful.
I am loved
I do love
I love you
yes, I do

?uestions

I like to believe that I have a keen sense of intelligence and curiosity. I also would like to believe that the things that I question, are also questions others want answers to. For instance, a tragic death (murder-suicide) has occurred to a loved one's family and my question is "How could she not have known?" I wonder if when through the direct notion of the Holy Spirit, the truth is revealed about things, people and situations, how come we do not listen and respond by trusting His guidance? I often ask, then punish myself because I did not heed the word of warning, only to find the outcome of my disobedience or ignorance to be disappointing. I have so many questions, that this little note will not be sufficient or I will tire of typing. So to get some of the relief I desire from life itself I'll list a few:

why did she have to die?
why did it have to happen so violently to such a beautiful life?
why does my body hurt so much, and when will it heal itself?
what did I do so bad, that he had to leave?
why am I not being consistent in anything?
what really happens after death?
how can she stay with him, and be so unhappy?
when will my 'ship' really come in?
what am I so afraid of, why am I giving fear so much power?
whose to say that his heart can't change?
what is freedom?
why is ignorance amongst people normal?
what is it that keeps some young black men from wanting to try and succeed?
what will it take for me to lose the weight and keep it off?
when will I really know the love of Christ and it keeps me?
what will it take for me to get ahead?
what is it like to have a 'real' job?
what makes people think and do the things we do?
when will I get serious about my writing?
where are all my friends?
why ask?