Friday, 28 March 2014


 I attended a 50th Anniversary for this thing the other night.  At first it was one of those things I said yes to, which I really had no intention of enjoying, though I did believe that it was sort of cool being honored at it and all that heritage sort of stuff.
  Then as the date drew closer, and more specifically, at the moment I was getting ready for the event, it struck me; it really is an important evening.  Not just because I knew I would get cake, which is important and a treat in itself, but because the the purpose behind the evening mattered.
  My ancestors went through a lot of stuff, and I mean a BIG, great, astoundingly hard a lot of stuff, for the life I lead.  It is truly a big deal to honor those who came before you.  And though it is not a crime, nor a disrespect to blaze your own trail; remembering and honoring those who came before you, those you loved and who are a deep seeded part of you, is a beautiful moment to pause.
  I worry about my generation, and most definitely have concern for those that follow because there is a self-made declaration, a self-obsessed, materialistic lack of respect and reflection for the things that truly matter; which by the way, don't happen to be tangible things at all.
  I learned that hardship was common, that there is always beauty in the ashes, and that, surprise surprise, hard work is the backbone of building something that lasts.  That there is always hope, a will to survive, and a sentimental place for where you come from.
  History teaches us that we are survivors, those who persevere, and an ingenious creation that can carry in our hearts and breed that which matters most; love.
  I was proud to stand next to my grandmother, because I came from her.  She is a part of me as much as I am a part of her, and I humbly admit I have much to learn from her.  And if that is true, what does it say of those who came before her who I never had a chance to learn from?  


 Where we come from isn't old fashioned, out of date, or so far in the past that it is no longer relevant.  No, I argue that it is vital to who we are and where we are going, for without it we wouldn't be, and I believe we owe a respect to where we've come from whether we agree with it or not.  

Friday, 14 March 2014

 Life has been crazy, but it always is, isn't it?  Anyway, I've been thinking a lot lately that it is high time I actually wrote something instead of redirecting y'all to whatever has captured my attention, and to be fair, my attention has been all over the place and seriously unfocused recently.  Too many balls in the air and all that ... blah blah blah.
  That said, will there be a redirect this week?  Likely.  Will I recycle a previous post?  I haven't so far, and in nearly two years of posting one to three times a week.... well, that is something; and though I would never dare to call myself short winded, even I often run out of things to say - shocking.  I know!
  So that leaves me here.  In a place, where I have no idea WHAT TO SAY.
   Telling you about how I have been juggling my life over the past year has been done.  You've heard that I am tired.  That I am distracted.  That I am without inspiration, creativity, and what was it last week ... too distracted by procrastination to focus on what I love ... which is words.
  Is it possible to lose your muse?  Well mine has gone into hiding.  Or has gone on a long run of dealing with me via the silent treatment.
  That's right.
  Another excuse!

  I don't think I've ever been that person to talk just for the sake of needing something to say.  I also don't believe that silence is necessarily a bad thing.  In fact, I really love a good long silent pause.  So perhaps this is my way of saying I need to be silent for a while.
  There are so many things I still want to share, but none of it seems important at the moment.  Perhaps it's because I'm caught up in finishing a different project and that has seriously sapped and drained me of all other word purposes.  Perhaps I just need a break.  A recharge.  A moment to turn my back and regroup.
  I need to take a break from feeling I have to put something in this space and remember that I started it for me, because I needed to get the words out, not because it was Monday and I had to dig deep and fill a page.  I need to clean my glasses and start looking at things in a different light, with fresh eyes and a thirsty spirit that sees the wonder in every small corner.  Once I get there, I will very likely have something to say again.

  There is nothing wrong with any of those reasons.
  So, here I am, saying I'll see you later.  
  Hang in there.
  I'll likely share with ya'll soon enough, though what that may look like is a mystery!

  Happy Friday, folks!


Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Echosmith - Tell Her You Love Her [Live]

 Okay, so I've told you the visual usually messes with my love for a song.  Here is a perfect example of this.
  Every time I hear this song, I think, WOW, I really like this, and then I remember how watching it messed with that love.  So here is what I suggest.  Don't watch, (or if you're into watching, go right ahead)!
  Turn it up crazy loud, and with the added bonus of the arrival of Spring in my neighborhood, it sounds even better!  Check it out.  I hope you like it!

Monday, 3 March 2014

Paulo Nutini - Last Request

 I can't get this one out of my head, it's been soaking, let's go further - steeping me - in it's loveliness for a while now .  Everything about it wiggles around me and settles soothingly, comfortably - perfectly, until I can only smile.
  Let it settle around you; I hope it makes you smile, too!