Fall...

It is fall...as I stare out of my window the beauty of God's paint brush is evident. The trees have changed color, an array of yellows, oranges, reds and greens lie across the grass-fallen from their momentary perch of display. The sky is as blue as Caribbean water...with cottonballs sprinkled throughout its canvas. It is a truly beautiful day. It is actually Howard University Homecoming, and again-a wonderful day for the game and the fashion show on campus. But outside of all that, I feel good. Life is not easy nor simple by far, but it is good. I am healthy, I have love, I am able to pay my bills and eat...not so bad this life.

I had not been blogging regularly for some time, I do not know how many entries begin with "it has been a while since I have written..." I have somewhat of an erratic sense of being with regard to my art. I do feel I am an artist-we are all self-defined beings in one way or another-but I feel that I create something from nothing...infrequently but enough to designate that ability as artistic. I am a writer...not reknown or even plain known for that title but that is what I feel I am and one day-perhaps-will truly be. Presently I am just figuring it all out.

I just turned 35. Well, it was actually several months ago but feels like "just." I sometimes look at where others are at in their respective life at 35-actors, business people, atheletes...but that is truly an unrealistic comparison. I do not feel like 35 is mid-life, but at some point dreams of being "famous" or really doing some major things tend to diminish the older you get. 35 is the age when you begin to come to terms with the possibility of never fulfilling those dreams. Does not in any way mean that you will not, but responsibilities have changed for many at this age and with responsibility-mortgage, family, job/career-dreams sometimes are, well as Langston put it, deferred.

I just read a book about dreams...it was not phrased that way at all but that was what it is about, following your dreams and passion. It was entitled the Alchemist. I recommend it to all out there in internet land. It has me really thinking about my dreams, or as referenced in the book, my personal legend. It is like there is something within you, something you have always wanted out of life but perhaps feared taking the chance or the steps to attain it. You may be comfortable and safe in your life now, but that emotion of "what could have been" gnaws at you every so often. The book said most never respond to that feeling...never seek out their personal legend. Never really fulfill their heart's purpose. I do not want to be old and gray and still wonder what if? I know I do it now...and that may be the only problem-finding the courage to pursue that which is within your soul.

There is a line in the book that stays with me, and I will paraphrase it here-if you really follow your dream or your personal legend and it is in tune with that which God has placed in your spirit for you then all the powers of the universe will conspire to make it happen in your life. Deep, all the powers of the universe will conspire to make your goal a reality. What if we really believe that...I know it is simply an illustration of faith in God, but if we really gave it all to God and did our best to accomplish that which drives our spirit...hmmmm, what are the possibilities?

Fall. One of my most favorite times of the year. School used to start, so it always reminds me a new beginning. A time for learning new things, new ideas and ways to achieve in life. The earth puts on one last show before the old is passed away and the new life is born in the spring. Fall-how beautiful today is.

Half-moon...

Through the blinds I see a half-moon. It is clear tonight, and it is almost as if I have a telescope attached to my naked eye. The craters and the pure imagery on the moon is visible. It makes me wonder. Who else is looking right now at the moon...feeling something, wondering as well who else is "feeling" with them. The universe is truly beyond my own comprehension, but at times just the earth...America...this city I live in and all the people within-it is just beyond my comprehension. What if for one moment we were all looking at the moon...all at the same time. Would that not be divine?

The awesome power of the world. I don't think that I respect that power enough. The moon controls the ocean...its magnetic force causes the waves to move. It is like Earth's partner, following the planet around eternally. The moon must love the Earth...

Timelines

Life is a series of timelines...how much time will it take to get here, or there? When will I complete this project, this degree program...this workday. I think sometimes we live so much in between the timeline, that we kinda lose sight of that which is going on inside of it. I mean, you can become hell bent on completing something and find out that you never enjoyed what you were doing in the process. It should not always be about the reward...the story is not written just to get to the conclusion. It is often the story itself that makes it all worth while.

Perhaps I too am guilty of lessening the value of the journey for want of the destination. To live without parameters and essentially enjoy the very essence of each day...maybe I will have to throw away my watch and allow life to dictate time with no rule....maybe for at least a few hours a week. LOL

Ages...

It has been ages since a put words on this page

and today

well...I have aged

aged as if any day but on this one in particular

particularly the day before

I became one more

year older

stronger...wiser

I'm told a good man

is hard

to locate when you looking

so I look at me

and see the reflection of

years gone by

and hopes of tomorrow

dancing in my own eyes

I am the future

redesigned by time

35...

The Presumptive Nominee

Words are powerful...yet no matter how much the moment is lessened by unnecessary adjectives the media seems to develop at a moment's notice-such as presumptive-it has happened. The unfathomable has occurred. For the first time in American history, an African-American has received the nomination from one of the two political parties in the United States. The Democratic party has chosen Barack Obama as their respective nominee for President of the United States. It is a grand moment. One that fills me with pride, and a deep regard for my fellow Americans who have turned the page on possibility and wrote a new chapter in the book of American Dreams. We, in this moment, have moved beyond skin color and begun to see ability for what it truly is-the power, intelligence, and determination of one's spirit to make our country better for us all.

Now, do not think that I believe the fight is over. No, on the contrary, the battle for true equality begins today. As one pundit put it, Obama has been largely speaking to the choir with regard to agenda and during the fight for the nomination...now, he will speak to the entirety of the congregation...the congregation of America and seek their buy-in. But will they listen?