Crazy Weather and Haircuts
It’s Tuesday, April 26th, and for the most part, Spring in the Mid-South is turning out to be a nice, not too warm, and quite enjoyable time. However, with rain moving in, the Music Fest this weekend is looking like it’s gonna be another Mud Fest (Memphians will understand). And so, we welcome May. Strangely, I understand that London, England and many parts of the U.K. had snow. Of course, I am jealous.
I’m sure for them, they would wish for our warm Spring, and I, just long to visit there, and see if my crush for England and Scotland, could become a true love affair. I would gladly take snow, as long as I had someone to snuggle with, and enjoy a good cup of coffee, or hot chocolate. (sigh) I wonder if they would like my southern accent, and sassy ways, or am I just fooling myself.
Simply put, I love the South, I was born here, and it will always be with me. But oh how I long to walk the streets of London, and meet the people, visit museums, sit down at a noisy pub, take in a play, and experience a way of life so different from what I’ve known. But I am not too far gone, not to realize that I would need a lifeline to a relative, close friend, etc. To keep me well stocked in the Southern food staples. After all, I’m not living without Mexican food, Jambalaya, or fried okra. Thank God, for Fed Ex. Am I right???
Yes, I think. . . . .the U.K. may just be the destination, that has my heart and soul a flutter, longing for more than my own back yard. Granted, I have acknowledged, and realized, we have so much to be thankful for in the South, and in America as well. But how do you turn off the switch in your mind, when you look around, and realize, where you were born, is no longer where you want to lay your hat?
Oh well, another day, and another musing and responsibility waits for no one. And I’m too honorable to daydream for too long. On another note, I took a daring leap of faith and lots of trust in my hairdresser, and cut seven inches of my hair off. Yes, it feels strange to have it this short, but if the compliments I’m receiving are any indication, I made a good choice. After all, it’s just hair!
I close with this, keep dreaming, keep shining, and be open to what your heart tells you. There is always a reason, for those things that stir us up. Remember, the world has become a dark place. Will you be the light that shines? I hope so, I may need your gifts and talents to inspire me some day. Thank you, for being you.
Secrets
Like all good books that have been written
They hold a story for us to discover
Characters for us to meet
And dare us to travel beyond all that we know
Are we ourselves not a book
Complete with a lil bit of mystery
A dash of humor, a pinch of pain
Filled with truths and secrets
Do we not dare for someone to see us
Within our pages, and beyond our words
To reflect upon us, and say
Aye! Now that’s an interesting story I wish to read
Should we remember to look beyond what our eyes can see
Feel with our hearts, and search out for the gold
For everyone has secrets, some like a rare treasure
Not meant to be shared with just anyone
Shall we not be willing to adventure
To give the gift, we ourselves desire to receive
To lay down our mask, and be
That we may tell our secrets, and be found not wanting
Ode to a Spring Day
It was in the rays of the sun
That she knew something was coming
All around her were colors of green
Spring had come, with glorious fashion
In each flower, lay beauty
Every glade of grass, a promise
In the wind, a delicate whisper
And the sun. . . . . .oh, it gave warmth and ignited her soul
How long had she waited
Dreaming of the rebirth in nature
But also, in herself
To let go of all that was no longer necessary
Now, with the season, a hope grows stronger
The dreams, long awaited, seem nearer
A yearning for her true love’s kiss
All because, Spring, and life abound
A Dance for Two
Photographer Unknown
The way you looked at me in that moment
So gentle, so fierce, and so goofy
I couldn’t help but laugh
Safe I was, under your watchful gaze
The sun, the flowers, and the meadow
Made the day even better
A small escape, an adventure
Where the treasure was us, and not gold
For being here with you
Your fingers playing with my hair
As if you were Picasso
Painting the outlines of my face
Drinking me in , like a thirsty man
And your warm embrace awoke me from my slumber
I didn’t know I was asleep, until I met you
You engaged my thoughts with your knowing smirk
Standing up, and reaching down
You asked, with a smile
Dance with me, and grabbed my hand
As if, I would say no
In your arms, is where I am me
And where, I know, you are you
no masks, no worries
Just a dance for two
Every Time I Die
Photographer Unknown
Every time I die, something happens
The first time, was when the events happened
When two men, at different times
Took my innocence and broke my soul
I was only 4, and a part of me died
Next, was a series of flashbacks
Like watching a black and white film
It’s me, but it’s not, I lied to myself
So I continue to wear my mask like everything’s okay
Being a teen, was fairly normal
Until boys came round, sprouting their compliments
But oh, I had learned to hide well
And I was safe being the wallflower
Dying had taught me not to trust
How to wear armor round my heart
My body, so that no one could take
What I did not want to freely give
Every time I died, a hell of toxic shame engulfed me
Lies of I somehow caused this
kept aiming at my fragile state
My worth slipping down till the darkness chained me
Every time I died, I prayed I would
How could someone love me
Broken, fractured, and not complete
I longed so hard to just not be
Every time I died, a truth came to light
I held on to it, precious as it was
Who needed the devil
When I could be my own worst enemy
Every time I died, something in me grew stronger
It didn’t matter how many emotions that would ensnare me
The truth took root
And the light in me grew brighter
Every time I died
Backed into my corner, crying from the depths of my soul
A fighter would arise
And more dangerous, because I had nothing to lose
Every time I died
I came back stronger
More compassionate
Able to see others pain
Every time I died, I came back a better me
No longer afraid
A warrior born out of pain
A prisoner set free
The Fight of a Gracious Sword
A melody so sweet, and so sublime
Called out to her from the moment she was born
A rebel, even at an early age
Dancing, to a drumbeat, only she could hear
No bureaucracy could contain her
The daredevil she was
Shrank back from every mold
They wanted her to fit
I’m a lover, and a child
A warrior, and a queen
I am not weak, but strong
Because I love. because I care
I know my God
Keep your religion inside your stuffy soul
You have no weapon
Capable of putting out my fire
The saints may talk
And the bagpipes may wail
But I will keep dancing
And tell my tale
For upon the wind
my destiny has called
and though late, I answered
and it beckons me still
To press forward
and fight the good fight
for in a world full of humans
it lacks a human touch
Apathy grows like a dark virus
And truth has been twisted
So I will march on
Until, there is no more love, in me
A Journey, Not yet Taken
There she sat
Looking at her new passport
with eager anticipation
Of places she always wanted to see
Now, it was more real
Baby steps in the right direction
that would lead her
To paths she had longed to travel
It doesn’t matter how long it takes
She now knew
Where she was born
Was where she no longer wanted to be
Dreams would soon be realized
If she did not grow weary
Or doubt the possibility
That maybe. . . . .the world needed to see her too
My Lovers Song
I often think of you
And I even dream of you from time to time
Yet, we haven’t met
But I long for you, just the same
Time, In a Fast Paced World
Artist Unknown
She rushes in the morning
A cup of coffee at the ready
To be at a job
That allows her to pay the bills
Once there
She jumps through hoops
puts out fires
and does her best to make it look graceful
Second cup of coffee
to maintain her superhero powers
Tackling off another task
And to confirm how efficient she is
Five o’Clock arrives
and the familiar question
arises again
do I stay longer or go home
Check, another task done
rushing again, to navigate the drive
safely she hopes
To greet smiling faces at home
Briefly, in a quiet moment
she reflects
daring to stand still
where has her time gone?
She lets her mind wander
Off to a garden filled with life
Joy and laughter………….and prays
Oh let my time, be more of this
Is it Winter, or is it Spring?
Spring has been in full swing for two weeks now, here in the Mid-South. Trees are blooming, outside activities are now available, and everyone has a little extra kick to their step. However, we Memphians usually don’t feel comfortable until late April, that Winter is truly gone. Odd, I know, but winter has it’s own way of sneaking in on us, when we least expect it. Wednesday afternoon, the high temperature was around 70, plenty of sunshine to go around, and just beautiful. Now, on Saturday, I’ve had to pull out my yoga pants, hoodie jacket, and turn on the heat, with our expected high to be around 45. Hilariously funny, since I thought it may be safe to change the clothes in my closet, to better suit the season. Ha!!!
Oh well, we often say “you don’t like the weather, give it 15 minutes, it will change”. But please, for my northern Americans, who some are actually getting snow, a thousand pardon’s. I’m complaining over a little chilly weather, and y’all are actually getting snow. I know, life’s not fair. Seriously though, I am more concerned with the temps getting too high, too fast. Summer here, is not one of my favorite seasons, humid, hot, and sticky. Yuck! And so, I am ever thankful for the brilliant and intelligent Willis Carrier, who invented the air conditioner. Let everyone in the south, now give this person a standing ovation.
Any who! back to Winter’s little visit. Well, it was nice wearing shorts, and flip-flops, and let my toes feel the sun. And now, I must reconcile myself, this is our weather here, and be grateful, at least we do get to experience all 4 seasons, even in the same week. It’s okay, really it is, we have lots of exciting events coming up. It is referred to as Memphis in May (expect rain to show up at any time, and wear galoshes). The Beale Street Music Festival approaches, and they have a really good lineup this year, and then we have the The World Famous, Memphis in May. Bar-B- Que cooking contest. We know how to cook some bar-b-que, yes we do.
I sincerely, hope everyone gets to enjoy whatever it is you call Spring. After all, it does bring with it, a new hope, a bit of excitement, and a little bit of magic. Now, to take advantage of this Spring interference, and tackle my closet. Hmm, what should I keep available?
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