I’ve seen so much devastation as a result of Hurricane Harvey…
Sending prayers up for those caught in harm’s way
I’ve seen so much devastation as a result of Hurricane Harvey…
Sending prayers up for those caught in harm’s way
My life has been filled with many new beginnings. It has been through countless wars that have left their battle scars on my spirit. It has crossed over, under, around, and has heard to best wisdom from a variety of reliable sources. Sometimes it lingered a bit too long in certain circumstances that neglected to properly feed the spirit with positive food for thought. It has spun out on countless roadways along harrowing curves and treacherous bends, yet has always managed to straighten out and proceed, bruised, but hopeful.
Always there has been a gift of renewal within — a renewal that rinses and cleanses the soul. It has granted me the opportunity to recover from bad decisions and life threatening experiences. It kept me safe when I didn’t have sense enough to do so myself. It opened my eyes and raised my consciousness about the dangers of bad relationships — relationships that weren’t in my best interest to have. It celebrated along with me when I finally broke free and began a new way of living.
On this journey I have been blessed to see All Things New, and I am stronger for having been through times of strife and struggle.
I am more
I am better
I am a survivor
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,400 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 40 trips to carry that many people.
Gratitude encompasses so many things these days — these days post active substance abuse. This year has been a year of continued growth, sobriety, and loss. Loss is never easy — especially when you have loved the heart, mind, body, and soul of a person.
Three of my good friends passed on this year — passed on and over to the hereafter. First there was Robert Devell Bassett who was killed in a tragic auto accident on a Northern California Highway earlier this year. It was a shock because it was nearing the time for both of us to come together and catch up. The later years of our friendship were spent apart as we both grew on our own individual spiritual paths. Thank God for the earlier years — the years we spent together as creative friends. We were inseparable.
Next was Kulaea Tavake. We were co-workers at IKEA of East Palo Alto. She was a bright light in the IKEA Family — always helpful, always on it, and always loved. She was funny, caring, and loving. A wife, and the mother of 3 beautiful children. During my 2 year stay she and our IKEA family achieved a first for that store — we achieved a profit. It was because we all loved one another, worked hard, and made it happen for the customer. The work was physical, but what made it fun was people like Kulaea. She organized my goodbye party, and it was a night I’ll never forget. There were folks lined up wall to wall. She lost her battle to cancer earlier this year, and it was truly a blow to all of us who loved her. She will forever live in our hearts.
Lastly, Richmond Milton Brock; my friend, my sponsor, the man who took me under his wings during early sobriety and took me through the 12 steps. Days after my 2 year sobriety anniversary during 2015, he went in to surgery and never came out. Before he left he gave me a 2 year medallion, and I remember just as plain as day visiting him at his real estate business. Unbeknownst to me at the time, he was preparing for the worst post surgery. He had pictures lined up around the table — pictures of family, friends, and of himself on fishing trips, as well as, at a host of other events. The slide-show at his memorial service is when it hit me — he knew he wasn’t going to make it, and had made peace with it. To be allowed those last few minutes with him days before he passed on is something that I will never forget. He was a lion among men, and a life force that continues to inspire me.
I AM grateful for their lives
I AM one who will always miss them
I AM better for having known them
Where I am is where I have striven to be. I arrive home at a reasonable hour and have adjusted to clean living and the sudden bursts of inner-peace. I may watch a television show or two, indulging in my love for cinema, entertainment, and art. Between OWN Network, BET, FOX, Centric, TV ONE, HBO, and STRZ, I have a wealth of inspirational, dramatic, comedic, and musical shows to appease my vivacious hunger for escapism.
As an artist myself, I have nothing but admiration and respect for others in the field of entertainment. This past summer — the summer of 2015, I conducted 7 interviews on my Blog Talk Radio show A Touch of Grace. I had planned on doing more, but life kept showing up and showing out. I had service obligations to others in the powerful fellowship I am a part of. I also made time for friends and family, so my off days didn’t really belong totally to me like that had in the past, but I’m gearing up to do more shows.
This blog entry is really just about checking in with the supportive folks that have followed it since its inception back in 2009. I cannot believe some 30K + people have dropped by to pay my blog a visit — people who have actually helped give my blog a net worth. It’s not thousands of dollars yet, but I’m working on it. I am also trying to pull together my next self-publishing release. It will be my 6th, and I’m pretty stoked about re-entering the literary world. I’ve many novels in the making — some are more than 1/2 way through, however, I believe this 6th release will be more of a spiritual collection from many of my writings. We shall see.
My girl, Janet Jackson, is on her “Unbreakable,” tour currently, and is about to drop her new CD in fall 2015. Now she is a fighter if ever there was one. Even after the powers that be tried discrediting her after that Superbowl incident, the fans — we, showed our love for her. It was a damned boob for Christ’s sake. Nevertheless, they couldn’t stop the powerful force that she has become, she is truly an ICON. Love you, Janet.
Oh well, time to wind down. It has been nonstop since I returned from my vacation. I even had a bit of a bug riding with me inside of my body and didn’t realize it. I slept until 11am today — not something I do these days — sleeping so late, but that nasty cough is gone. THANK GOD.
So, my friends, I am signing off until next time, but I want to leave you with this. It’s one of my favorite quotes by the late, great, Dr. Maya Angelou; “When someone shows you who they are the first time, believe them.”
Your prayers are for monetary gain and wealth, and your dreams are of grandeur, prestige and position. Your perception about the haves and haves nots is as skewed as hot dripping cheese off burnt bread no longer edible. You pride yourself in ill gotten gain, and represent the darkest side of humanity. Your mannerisms reflect snobbery and disdain for others struggling to make ends meet. You look down your long nose at oppositions to racism, sexism, homophobia, and any other oppressive stance.
I’m unsure of what drives such a spirit. I’m uncertain as to what has given you the attitude of superiority when it comes to others and their struggles. Whatever the missing humane component that is missing from your spirit has got to be as rotten as a foul stench that is most offensive to smell and taste. Your loathsome lack of compassion is a reflection of a sour soul that should be removed from the shelf, as the expiration date has long been expired.
Clearly your spiritual flame flickers and is a spark away from flickering out. Your very presence goes against the beauty of the four seasons. You represent much of what is wrong in society. Your air of approval with things the opposite side of right dictates a void so deep and vague, until it is a challenge to find anything human about you.
What gives? Were you born into this brokenness, or was it something you adopted along the way as you grew into someone to be despised. Do you even care about the child that has suffered sexual and violent abuse at the hands of a parental figure? Are the cries of the forgotten falling on deaf ears? Does anything about their plight trigger the most remote empathy or sympathy within you?
I cannot imagine what it feels like to walk around as someone like you — someone with little regard for the suffering. When you sit at your long table wearing your expensive designer rags what goes through your mind? Is there an inkling of humanity in you — any redeeming quality that would help make sense of your reclusive position about wealth and prestige?
I wish I could say that I got it, that I understood, that I could hear where you are coming from, but the only thing I see is a poor excuse for a human being, and rather than dismissing you, t can only pity you, and pray for your empty soul. God help you and may you be relieved from your dark ugly ways.
G||D 8|26|2015 © 2015
Discounted. Me of all people. Discarded like the wrinkled weekend newspaper that bargain shoppers throw out after all the sales have ended. (sigh) You know I was relevant once. I held a high profile position at a Fortune 500 Company, owned stocks, and had a very healthy 401K.
I was envied by others who felt that their skin color was supreme over mine. With all I had, even then, they still looked down their noses anytime I passed them in the hall or shared an elevator ride with them up to my plush corner office with the amazing view.
I even drove a car that I purchased for six-figures — one I had detailed every Saturday morning without fail. I had four walk in closets filled with designer clothes from only the best stores on the planet. My shoe collection would make even old money blush, because not only did I have the cash, I had the sharp eye of a fashion industry mogul, so anything I chose had a class that not even money could buy.
Yeah, I was really something back then. I miss the luxurious hotels I stayed at on the company’s dollar. Those exotic vacations seemed only befitting for one with so much talented, so much wealth, so much influence and education. What happened? Where did I go wrong? Why did I start making so many irrational decisions? Why did I bite the hand that fed me? Why didn’t I pull back instead of pushing forward. Why didn’t I heed the first warning signs of trouble? Why didn’t I accept help when it was offered?
Pride. Yeah, pride. I didn’t have a problem I was only indulging in and enjoying the finer things in life. Everyone was doing it, and I couldn’t be a square. If I had the money to buy it, then where did the problems come in? Oh, sure, I was late a few times; hell I might’ve even taken a day or two more of unscheduled sick time than I should’ve, but damn, Bob was doing it?
Bob. I miss him. They said it was a heart attack that took him out, but there were whispers that it was the life he lived and the the things he indulged in that killed him. Liars! All of them! Bob was healthier than a field ox. I miss my Bob.
I’ll get my life back though. I’ll make Bob proud of me. Yeah, after this weekend. One more round of partying with the old crew and I’ll be back to where I was in rank. Yeah, I’ll be right back there.
“Yeah, brother, give me an eight ball. Yeah, you heard what I said, an eight ball!”
G||D 8|17|2015 © 2015
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