Storing energy

I am slowing down and storing my energy for the holidays. A lot of Black folks choose not to celebrate any of the american holidays but I have always loved the magic in most of them and I do celebrate mother's and father's day, easter, in my own way, spring and fall equinox, summer and winter solstice, halloween, thanksgiving, christmas and I used to celebrate kwanzaa but not so much any more. There are issues surrounding all of the holidays but, I have found my way to celebrate them so I will soon come up with a better way to celebrate kwanzaa that doesn't involve collective chanting and swearing allegiance to some principles that I do not like.But for now, I am gearing up for thanksgiving, my son's birthday, my grandson's birthday, winter solstice and then christmas. It's the most wonderful time of the year for me and my family.

Unconditional Love

Unconditional love is by definition, valueless! My daughter got married on Oct. 17th and many wished her luck and preached to her about the practice of unconditional love and how this should be her goal in order to have a successful marriage. Well, this is crazy as far as I am concerned because in all my years, I have not been able to find any value in unconditional love. What makes it so special, why do the masses embrace this concept and, how many people actually practice it? If you do not have any conditions then, you are free to love the first person that comes along be it rapist, preacher, healer, murderer, whatever, whomever, they are all the same. So in that case, what is so valuable about this relationship? Maybe they are saying that once you find that special someone , and you get into a serious relationship or marriage, you should drop all conditions and continue loving this person no matter what may come. If I followed this logic, I would not be in my loving marriage of thirty-one years because I would still be married to, and loving unconditionally, the abusive jackass who was my first husband. The kind of love I practice is all about conditions, expectations and values. As a matter of fact I am in the market for a new word to express my relationship and what I feel for my husband and children because the word love is being used in all types of situations and for all things and as a result, for me, it is losing a lot of the magical energy it once had.

Married at Last

My beautiful and loving daughter finally got married today and I am overjoyed for she and her sweetie. I love that she finally has the family that she always wanted and although, it didn't come in the packaging that I was expecting, I welcome my son-in-law into the fold.

Bon Hiver

Bon hiver, meaning good winter, was the name of one of my favorite episodes on the television show, Northern Exposure. It was all about the anticipation and the excitement of waiting for winter to show up and when it finally does at the end of the episode, people gather in the streets and begin calling out bon hiver to one another. Well , I am ready for winter to show up because I am so ready to hibernate with my books, hot chocolate, blankets, my two fireplaces, hot soup, stews and my honey. I have to say that this is the first time in my life that I have really put myself out in the public eye and as a result, I am feeling pretty drained and I can not wait to start filling myself up by doing lots of creative activities. I want to paint and write all winter. So, I am ready to plant my seeds and nourish them so that when spring springs forth, I will blossom in many directions at once. Bon Hiver!

Just being me

Imitated but never, never duplicated.

People will pick your bones if you let them!

People will try to claim ownership of your authenticity!

Individuality

I will hold onto myself and I will not be consumed by others. My flyness is not up for grabs!