Category Archives: lessons

going through my things

The more I actualize myself the more comfortable I become with looking at everyday me in the mirror,

the spots in the corners of my eyes

the ends of my mouth are starting to curl down

the relaxed skin on my hands and arms

and I undoubtedly know there is no safe place for me to hide from myself

the pockets are too snug against my spreaded thighs

and this well read mind and worldly tongue

will always offend whispers and stares

one day people will look through my things for memories and traces of who I am.  tell them to spread everything on the lawn with nature and it’s all.
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My Favorite Quote, for you now!

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Nikki Giovanni on Vulnerability

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Happy Birthday Mother Nikki!
I LOVE you!

“Try to make it to 80!” /Mother Maya

I believe in transition.  I believe energy transforms into something else or somewhere else.  From that perspective,  the universe became stronger a year ago today when Maya Angelou transitioned.

This is one of my favorite photos of her.  She was 82 in this picture and praised her wisdom and the gift of life! I hope you enjoy her words  🙂  We love and miss you Mother Maya!

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“82 is hot!  82 is fabulous!  I thought that the 60’s were good, I thought that the 60’s were the hottest ever! And then I got into the 70’s, what?! I loved the 70’s!  I thought well the 80’s, it’s going to be slowing down. Not! I’m writing a cookbook, I’m writing a new poem, a big poem! I’m writing music, I’m writing! I’m working! And I’m talking to you. The 80’s, try and make it! Try to make it to 80.” –   Oprah’s Master Class / Maya Angelou, 2011

not until

womanonbench
you never see the wind blow until you are hungry
sitting outside of restaurants
people watching

until you are sitting in the audience
watching actors breathe for pace
and engagement /
then you realize you
pant for a living

you stomp brown leaves and ants for power
chew ice on chipped teeth
to recreate sensation

you know love when
you find a fortune in a forgotten pocket
the one that read, “expect company soon”
then he comes
into your back yard
and disconnects the electricity
and this is a blessing.

you never see light
until you’re in the dark

Grandmama knew God

I’m remembering when God let neighbors smack your hand for stealing
when God had you squealin’ cause Grandmama pinched you under the armpit
Sit still in church / Cross your legs / is what she told you the first four times

Grandmama knew all that and more!
I’m remembering God being there
Broke ankle / sprained back / cracked finger bone / car wreck
stealing hearts
She would whisper, “thank you God, you’re still here”

I remember
when I found homemade hooch in the cellar
and decided to take a sip or two
God was there / so Grandmama knew!
she washed it down with a capful of castor oil
I never did that again.

Grandmama knew God
I remember.
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