SOCIAL SATURDAY

My push to be social and actually interact with other people has been going quite well this season. For some reason, my busy month has not been busy. However, there have been tons of events where I have been invited as a guest. Yesterday alone found me at two of them. The morning was an annual ladies’ brunch. Each woman is responsible for bringing a dish to a designated home and everyone sits and talks and eats delicious food. My contribution is the entertainment. Why? Gatherings that have entertainment are memorable and have ambiance. Since she has been gracing my family functions with her talent, I called upon a favorite poetess of mine. Red Writing Hood has the unique ability of combining class with hard core reality. When she makes her entrance, no announcement is necessary. Everyone knows that she has arrived.
As she warmed up the audience to her presentation, the guests settled into their seats preparing for the show. There were rounds of applause and several amens. Her words brought the women together, and they embraced her as their own. I had the chance to actually sit down and enjoy conversation with her over a delicious plate. Do you know what it is for two busy people to sit down and just talk in the month of December? The wonderful exchange was completed with group pictures and lots of merriment.
After the brunch, I found myself headed home to rest before my second party of of the day. Work was having a holiday party. No, my shadow has never darkened such a doorway until now. A glass of wine and shrimp made for a surprisingly smashing time. The conversation was light, and the highly anticipated awkwardness simply was not there. Who knew. Two more invitations have arrived for me to attend impromptu celebrations. If my schedule allows, I think that I am going.

Lover of Poetry

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The first time I ever saw Spoken Word Poetry was on HBO in 2000. The center stage was taken by the Punany Poet herself, Jessica Holter. After seeing and performing in a few shows open mics in Miai, I felt myself rather at home as a captive audience member in the local poetry community. After my friend and well known poet Will Bell was murdered, I vanished from all poetic activity. There was no interest or desire to even lurk in a dark corner to remain captivated by a story as it unfolded in a secy atmosphere surrounded by complete strangers. This year seems to be my poetic re-entry time. Between Thou Art Woman and Girl Talk, poetry has surrounded me once again. Let us not forget how I met the delightful Crystal Chanel the MOC at ArtServe. Poetry was presented there as well and now it seems as if there is a limerick waiting for me every week. Familiar faces now appear at my new haunts. Another favorite of mine, Red Writing Hood has become a regular at my family functions. It is wonderful to see different poets and experience different literary flavors. Some words tickle while others strike a chord. I am happy to say that everything has come full circle and it was wonderful to be back where it all started….admiring my favorite poet, Jessica Holter.

Captivated By the Seduction

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It was early Friday afternoon when I realized that there was an event that I should attend. It involved all of the things that I loved: women, art, poetry, and healing. My attire consisted of goddess material and out the door I went, daring to be social. Upon entry, it was not clear what was to be expected. People surrounded tables that had live painted bodies of art simply sitting and talking. Albums of the life of each piece of artwork lay in front of them on the table. My feet carried me to a table with questions. As I began to read it, one question leaped off the paper into me: If you were to forget the last ten years of your life, what memory would you miss and why? As my face turned to wondrous expression, the friendly MC caught me. She asked me if I would be willing to share my response to the question on stage. I smiled and responded yes.
The memory that I shared left me quite happy and flushed. Coincidentally, it did involve an artist and a lovely art gallery filled with his work. It is a memory that remains vivid to this day. It was quite exhilarating to share such a story with a gallery filled with complete strangers, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. The entertainment began soon after I took my seat.
The spoken word artists were quite familiar to me. The second one in particular, Nubian, struck a chord with me from many years ago. She made a statement on stage in the middle of her performance that completely boggled my mind. It stayed with me for all of these years. Naturally, when she passed by me after the show, I made it my business to stop her and tell her how beautiful she was. She was pleasantly surprised and engaged me in polite conversation. She managed to catch my attention as I was sitting on the floor speaking to one of the works of art.
She was painted as the Queen of Hearts. Her story of survival was harsh and passionate all at the same time. She had unimaginable experiences and eventually came to realize that her sexual orientation was not focused on men. The pictures in her album had carefully been selected to depict the healing journey that is her life. The opportunity to connect with her on such a level was uplifting for me. There is something about listening to another human being as they lay their soul bare before you. The question that I asked her was, if she had the chance to know me, would she hear me or feel me. She said that she would feel me because I would probably mention something that would resonate with her. It was a powerful connection of two people sharing with one another.
Once I found my way home, I removed the rose quartz necklace and settled into a chair. My womb was happy. My spirit soared. My heart felt light, and I knew…..that I had been captivated by the seduction of the evening. Everything in me knew what I wanted to do with my life.