The greatest deficit is being gendered female. The greatest distress is not wanting to be a man. To not be a man because it doesn’t feel right or even wholesome. It’s not a repulsion but it’s not at all pleasing even as an idea. Being female only inhabits the feminine aura with a female spirit eye and the innate desire to say something. To say all things. The female has one desire, that is, to be and to do. What…
Keep moving. Never stop, never ever stop for any reason. We shall overcome all obstacles, our shoulders and loins will be strengthened and we will get that stone to the top and off our necks. Remember that there are others behind you. Push the stone, push it all the while keeping a prayer on your lips. Push, together we can. Push….never mind the din. Push and Pray. Push… we can, and will free and redeem ourselves. Push and Pray. lmh13019
The year always end with Christmas, that is if you are a Christian or affected by Christianity and the Advent of Jesus’ coming into the world. It also ends without Advent for the non-Christians who engage in an elaborate time of gift giving and partying and a general jollyfication geared toward having as much fun as possible and then some. Those are the two sides of the Christmas coin. at times I have been on both sides of this coin…
Like a disease they cling to me, the madness they create I am forced to write something down as they flow like a river, sometimes rushing, sometimes gentle, or sometimes painful and deliberate… Words hurt me, while thrilling me, they make me fat and giggly, they make me sad and broody. Words hold me hostage until I agree to set them down and empty my cache. They come back every time I thought they’d gone, words never leave me,…
Can you hear the gushing sweet water? water we may not span. I watch you and weep only to add more volume. Those are my tears you know. I miss you. Why cant you see me as I see you? touch me as I think I am touching you. Hear my cry oh Almighty God, hasten the minutes. You wont, I already know, You don’t understand minutes as I cant understand eternity. There you are again, Alive in an…
We have to eat the world slowly. Ten years, 25 years, forty years, 62 years, 95 years. No rush. Small bites. This world is an overpowering place capable of squeezing the life out of you while all the while you are laughing with extreme joyful pleasure. We each get a single experience called life, but it is such a vast and complex experience that we must break it into bits to relish the fullness, or not. Some of my friends…
A question posed at lunch while in Barnes & Noble. (Bookshops should not have food, though I enjoy the meals, eating in a bookshop destroys the essence and aesthetics of a Bookshop, but never mind…for now). She suddenly looked up from her book and bowl of Mac & Cheese topped with crumbled Bacon and said, “Grandma, what happens to your imaginary friend when you stop talking to it?” Taken aback, I…
Yet every time it is spoken other voices recognize and rise up to kill it. Shut it down, shut it up, lock it up, cut the tongue The corner susurrus, the store front ruminations, the stoop sermons, the bedroom supplications, the workplace divide and conquer, the hospital segregation/poor drugs/rich drugs the roadside confrontations/random et al the thoughts and prayers, Al Sharpton is tired/Jesse spent. yes indeed! the Negro is a spoken language not received; The Negro speaks like this, I…