Musing 11.19.12 (found)

yesterday i was in serious meditation bcuz i was asked for money by an injured solider who was obviously homeless. i didn't hesitate to give him what was in my pocket. i can't understand this country...these men and women sacrifice their lives, families and emotional/mental health. regardless of what you think of the military or government, this is a fact that affects all people on american soil...it's disgusting. not only do we not have reverence for the poor and disenfranchised but also those who uphold the american institution...those who teach and those who serve the american population in any capacity...and those who can change this are not required to be held accountable. in fact, we worship their lack of principles and their wealth in the midst of our own suffering. i salute everyone who works to make a change, no matter how big or small. may the chaos, confusion, disregard, and hate be overturned by real people willing to give, create change and opportunity, dig and get their hands dirty and take it upon themselves to be the difference. regardless!

Musing 11.16.21 (found)

Emotional abuse is so common it's culture. We praise the bully; the one who pulls rank, the unbothered one, the one who gets away with deviousness, treachery and low morality. We push it through generations. Often, the authentic one, the truth teller, becomes the black sheep or scapegoat instead of leader or strategist. How else would you keep them in check? Who would listen anyway? We shame and punish the nonconformist until we can consume them. Whip em into shape and wear down their light.  Who are you to stand up as yourself, for yourself?

Haiku on Joy 10.28.25 (quick write at work)

look deeply within

see that little girl inside

how big was her smile?

Musing 10.30.16 (found)

being real: i have been in the dumps! hard to find joy lately mostly exhausted trying to keep up with myself. i let myself go thru the entire pity party! i did not die! i still showed up for my children (kinda lol the way we show up on the weekend), complained about everything i had to do that wasn't for me ( my children just looked at me like a mental patient and entertained themselves), i wrote that shit ALL THE WAY OUT. every ugly feeling. i cried in my beer on the back balcony (broke but my bills paid yo!) wrote poems that make no damn sense. wore a weird lipstick. i just did not care and let myself be alright with it! TODAY: i got up, put henna in my hair, cooked up some veggies and lentils, drinking good tea and about to do my nails. my children acted like nothing happened. Then, to make it more beautiful, there is a new moon in scorpio for this lunar scorpio! IT WAS ONLY A WAVE. I SAY, WHEN IT COMES: RIDE THAT SHIT FULL FORCE. So what my party started in pity! I changed the song and now you can't get me off the dance floor! happy sunday

Musing: Gingko 10.25.12 (found)

learning how to be comfortable in uncomfortable spaces...i stand, strong and delicate, like gingko.

Musing: Keep it moving. 10.25.15 (found)

when your entire being, even your toenails are ready to create but your life is cluttered with all it takes to sustain a household. everything is work and family. tired of being everything to everyone. i am sooo tired. i still believe in me, regardless! i'll take this moment only. just cuz my window is small to do what i love and sometimes i forget who i am, never ever means i will give up. restructuring time. focus and patience. remembering to accept and love myself as i am right now, each moment. keeping it clear, keeping it honest, keeping it moving.

Musing 10.14.13 (found)

i do not understand people who do not love. i understand pain but i am not a prisoner of it, poisoning all in my path. i choose to love thru pain. love heals masks and crevices and open wounds.

Haiku: Why aren't the morning birds making their rounds?

the birds are silent 

it is omniously calm

dark sunrise humming

Response 5.17.25

 Yes. All the circles of hell and triumphed!

Musing 5.17.25

 i refuse

to play games 

in the name

of love.

ALL love.

Musings on BAN: You Shoulda Chose Betta or Shots Fired at the Fuckery from a Tired Black Mama (if it don't apply, let it fly)

Who leaves their children to the wolves of the world to warm themselves?

Who terrorizes the mother: the only source of protection, guidance, provision, love for the children (cuz you refuse)- through their loud absence, weak presence and/or selfish manipulation?

Who holds the emotional, physical and physiological needs of their own children hostage?

Who won't even TRY? Play dead like a dog in hot weather?

Who chose not to heal, not to be accountable, not to be accessible in order to lead your own bloodline, your own legacy away from the fate you run from?

Spreading seeds like disregarded change in the trash. 

Coward.

Male not man:

You shoulda chose betta. Your children chose you. 

Karma and destruction pon DAT AZZ, BAN.

Musing 4.15.25 (reaction from a tb pic on sm 7.9.18)

Felt pretty at one of the most difficult times of my life. It actually got worse than that. I always keep it moving! When you know you are loved by the most high, no one or thing can destroy you. At your lowest, you find out who you really are. Me? I am joyous! I stay in joy. I reek of joy. Abbey sings, "you could never lose a thing, if it belongs to you." May I never think my enemy is my friend. May I never be my own enemy. May my discernment be strong and my boundaries, stronger. Ase.

Musing 4.3.25: Velvet Villian Era

The Velvet Villian 

This is the best stage of my life, this is the best age I've been. Crones are powerful. The wisdom is the beauty now. I own every part of me. Yup, that too! I'm not fooled by the world. I have work to do.

Roberta 2.24.25

Thank you so much, Goddess Roberta Flack.

Thank you for Chapter Two. This exact part of the song sunk every single sad feeling I knew nothing about yet did as a little girl. I never gave this record back to my mother. Then I learned of your brilliance! Prodigy. Fearless One. Your magnificent voice! Your exceptional musicality! 

Your Excellence. Your Beauty. Your Blackness.Thank you, thank you, thank you. How blessed we are that you are ours! 

May you be received royally by the Ancestors.

Haiku: Past time/ tryna stay in my body 1.10.25

chewed middle finger

anxiety masked as kink

head out the window

Musing: On Ornette 3.10.20

Ooh what they said about Ornette! Some folk are self imposed closed; they can't hear. Improvised music gets the worst rap; I know cats that graduated from all the schools you deem acceptable, play every instrument, dance, paint, sing. Intellectual. Political. Sensitive. Positive. Negative. Recluses. Jerks. Humanitarians. Vixens. Have OCD. Best schools. Worse schools. Plenty money. No money. Good folk and the shady. Holding down family. Creating family. STILL WE MUST PLAY. Improvised music is that jolt. You can't do it if you don't speak several musical languages. You have to have an ear, a story, an arsenal from which to draw. Someone starts a musical conversation and everyone shares in. You have to listen. Like double dutch .The story starter gives you the map and we each give our take on it. Then someone switches the course, everybody has to switch, too. Sometimes the noise is silence or breath. Sometimes it's holding space. It's communal. It takes bravery to play this type of music. Most of us can do what you do but could you do what we do? It's not for everyone. I mean, who's open to getting that free? Like there's only one way to be? Who's rule is that? All sounds and vibrations matter. It ain't easy but it's breathtaking!

Musing: The birds and the trees 2.20.25

I strive for a heart centered, intuitively led life. I spend so much time listening, I can tell which birds visit in the morning (eventhough they cut down the tree outside my window: & yes- I yelled, questioned, cried). Spirit said they'll be other birds, other trees to comfort my journey. 

When I converse with others, the words ripple run pour stretch beyond my limitations to communicate what I truly feel. It's just easier on my spirit to listen and move.

The work is changing my ears. The work is training my ears. I listen between words. I listen between gestures. I listen to hold space. I listen to know when to hold space for myself. I'm grateful for this gift that has been fine tuned from trauma, grief, joy, love. I'm grateful for this walk, this life.