It was a day for me to step out of my box and do things that are not in my routine. Yesterday, I taught a bellydance workshop at a local dance studio. Afterwards, I made a guest appearance with Deep Fried Funk at Ginger Bay Cafe which was literally moments away from the studio. Life was quite interesting.
It was a good feeling to create a space for women to come and share the dance with each other. My facilitation led to thoughts and application to daily life. Women discovered things that were lacking in their lives and made steps to change. Smiles glowed across the room as each woman was given a chance to own the stage in her own way. I look forward to doing this again in the near future.
Upon arrival in the cafe, I flashed the drummer a wicked smile. We met years ago when I presented myself for a spoken word night at Bed on South Beach. We have worked together ever since. He smiled back and motioned for the sound engineer. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, we have a harpist..”. “A WHAT?!”. Laughter filled the air as the words slowly sunk in. After a discussion with the pianist, Misty & All of Me (John Legend) opened the night. There is no feeling in the world that can match performing in an ensemble. Nothing comes close. The listening and blending make for an uplifting experience.
As a glass of wine met my hand, thoughts of the day flashed through my mind. My CDS were ready to be sold. The workshop went well. The performance was fun. All of this made me feel as if I had many things to offer which brought a smile to my face. It felt good to be creative and in service all at the same time.
The seats in the back of the room were perfect for me. The big cushions would allow me to sink and simply hide. I signed the guest book and wanted to simply exist for a few minutes. I did not see my new friend but still wanted to be supportive. There I sat listening to the old fashioned hymns that were being piped into the room. Her mother had passed the week before, and I wanted to attend the viewing. Here it is the morning after and all I can think about is how she must feel. I think there is more to it than that.
My mother is my remaining parent in this lifetime. Once Daddy passed away, I realized that one day my mother would join him. That is a thought that causes a pause in me. The two people that created me would one day be amongst the very spirits that communicate with me now. The transition is easy to type but harder to live. You do not simply get over the passing of your father. You do not simply get over the death of your mother. You learn how to handle your grief and continue living your life.
My presence at the viewing was not long. The sight of the grandmother dressed in pink knitting outside was my cue to get to my next engagement; she was not visible to the naked eye. Here it is the morning after and all I can think about is my friend. Tomorrow is not promised to us. We must be thankful for each moment that we have in this lifetime and celebrate it by truly living.
1.) Avoid large crowds
2.) Cover your head
3.) Try to wear light colors
4.) Watch your diet
6.) Create a list of things that are able to shift your energy when you are feeling low.
7.) Understand that some people will never understand you. This is their problem and not yours. You will often find such individuals are in your family. The insecurity belongs to them. You are not to take it on as your own.
8.) Keep inspirational material around you so that you do not have to go searching for it when you need it.
9.) If you have a crystal or religious symbol that you like, keep it on your person or in a bag.
10.) Stay hydrated. Plenty of water (room temperature) is good for you. Consider a splash of lemon.
There is a segment of our population that is often called weird, strange, or out right nuts. Why? They do not act or react like everyone else around them. They feel everything around them and often take on the emotions of others. The news is avoided simply because it is too depressing. They are quick to connect to energies that no one else seems to detect. In truth, everyone is capable of having such experiences; however, not everyone has the courage to follow through with developing themselves for what they truly are. That fear is then expressed through attacking the people that choose to embrace themselves with labels, assumptions, and drastic conclusions.
The life of a sensitive individual is a sacred one. It is a special journey that one gets to walk. It has its highs and of course it has the very bottom of the abyss. The rewards that are reaped are countless. It is a gift that is not often cherished by so called society which is why it is important to be around people that relate or understand such a gem. Once a person of this nature has the proper foundation, the possibilities are endless.
She was loquacious. The chaos in her life seemed to spill into her dialogue, and it was completely unlike her. As the bedlam began to engulf me, I realized what was needed. The empath needed to be balanced because she had been taken by too many energies, and it was very difficult for her to find herself or feel grounded. My table soon appeared and she was instructed to climb aboard.
A few weeks ago, I acquired a piece of furniture that is able to house all of my spiritual tools: crystals, statues, incense, etc. It is a magnificent spectacle that doubles as a healing altar. The table was set in front of it. It occurred to me that she would benefit from the larger crystals. As I began to place them on her back, she made a noise that alarmed me. After inquiring if all was well, she informed me that a very pleasant shock went down her back. After thinking about the energies that were disturbing her, smudging became rather appropriate. There I was circling the table as if I had a track to run. It was necessary for me to sit at the top of the table in order to work on her head. It was of great concern to me and required its own time.
Her energies rocked me back and forth. Once they settled, it became apparent that she had a nice angelic background that came to join the session. As the session came to a close, the chair served as my comfortable foundation. It felt nice to have such a relaxing experience. It was meaningful and natural for me to be serving in this healing capacity. She came back to the present day and appeared to be waking from a deep sleep. All of the unnatural chatter and discord had vanished. A slow and gentle calm had claimed her and thinking patterns seemed clear once more. I personally can not wait until my next opportunity arises to perform Reiki once more so that I can can step into that gentle sanctuary.
The world is comprised of different languages and dialects. There are subcultures within larger cultures. There is a label to clearly define everything so that people can easily handle that which may otherwise elude them. None of this prepared me to hear the new word: tel. Thot had escaped me and on fleek is still somewhat of a mystery; however, tel simply made me unravel.
A friend was telling me how she was the subject of a romantic proposition. She had recently given her number to a vague individual whom engaged her in conversation for approximately two days. The beginning of the end was when the question arose, “If I get us a tel, can we have sex?”. Upon hearing the word tel, mass confusion set in. What was the meaning of tel? It was not short for telephone and people do not refer to the bank teller as much anymore. Tel-Aviv did not make any sense for the conversation. Apparently, tel is short for hotel. All of this is taking place within standard English. How is this possible? It isn’t even a decent lol or btw. It is simply tel. Would this be indicative of the length of time that the encounter would take? The word hotel is no longer acceptable. It must be shortened to tel. Needless to say, the relationship did not blossom.
Tel is now used in reference to everything. I have not heard from you. You must be tel. You met someone new, did you tel?
I am hungry. I must go tel. It is a curious wonder for us playing with this ridiculous abbreviation.
A friend invited me over and showed me a food documentary. I already knew that soda was poison and do not consume it. What I did not know was the alarming amount of sugar that sits in tomato sauce is absolutely ridiculous. After dropping $100.00 in Publix last night, and not having a pleasure once again, my foot came crashing down on the ground. This morning, Publix refunded me $50.00 for the merchandise that I returned. $30.00 went towards my oil change, and I figured that the rest would be complimented by my debit card while shopping at the Farmer’s Market. Imagine my shock when the debit card was not necessary.
Upon entering, the place smelled like Whole Foods. It is a welcoming smell that I am unable to describe. My feet carried be down new aisles as my eyes became acquainted to my new surroundings. After a couple of laps, it was safe to bag some veggies and fruits. The store was small and there were not a lot of policies. The cashier was only aware of a two rules. She told me that meat could be purchased across the street at Aldi.
You have to pay for bags and the use of a cart. However, there was enough cash for me to cover my food and still have change. WHAT?! While my tomato sauce did not come out the way that I thought it would, the new taste of actual hot tomato sauce was a new experience for me. Is my tongue a virgin to tomato sauce without gallons of sugar? Apparently, it was. Instead of drinking fruit juice from Ocean Spray, I juiced the cheap oranges & grapefruits. It tasted fresh and had texture. My goodness, what has been going on all of this time? Convenience? From what, a busy schedule that does not actually encourage a life>
Something this simple deepens my questioning process. Why are we in a rush? What the hell is so damn important where we can not cook a meal from scratch? If the convenience equates to high medical bills, aren’t we defeating the purpose to begin with? This has been a most enlightening experience.
As the womens’ circle disbanded, a friend furiously texted me a letter that was given to her from her church. It stated a long list of offensive rules that had been created and distributed overnight. Members that decided to marry a person of the same sex would be required to give up their membership. People that were joined in same sex unions elsewhere would be required to surrender their membership and the property would not be available to anyone that did not marry someone of the opposite gender. She had been a faithful Christian her entire life in this church. Her words spoke of abandon and disbelief that she was now required to just vanish without a trace because parts of the Bible had been quoted and used against her because she preferred to have sex with women instead of men. She likes to engage in sexual activity with another consenting adult because of a strong emotional connection and somehow this gets her kicked out of church. I fail to see the connection.
My words were carefully crafted because such nonsense hurts people at the core of their faith. As a non-profit that makes a profit, it is not in the best interest of the church to turn down tithes or money for their property from outside clients. I did not realize that God would turn his back on creatures that he created. Not only was discrimination evident in the letter, but I felt a strong insensitive touch mixed with outdated views. The pastor referred to the adults that liked other adults as “THEM”. How would he feel if he was told that he could no longer go to his place of worship because of his shoes? That sounds silly right? Good. My point has been made.
I remember someone telling me that she did not believe that a child should have two mommies because she felt as if society had to be upheld. Society has to be upheld. Children are being gunned down in the streets. You can not even go to church to pray because a murderer may shoot you so he can start a race war. Education is not about learning. McDonalds is allowed to sell anything it decides to call food. We are a rich nation yet there are people walking the streets because they can not afford housing. There are countries within hours of us that are falling apart but the fact that a child has two mommies is a great threat to society.
As such statements ring through my ears, I remember a very dark time in my life. My relationship with a man from another race had ostracized me from my family. Finishing college became rather difficult but I did it. Suddenly, I was between an internship and job hunting. A friend told a secretary about me back in 2001. I still have the same boss. When my birthday came around, that friend gave me a card, a large carrot cake, and some cash. She may be described by others as a bull dyke. I prefer to call her a friend that played a significant role in helping me to advance myself with a simple gesture.
Perhaps, I should also mention that I will be attending a drag show next month to admire all of the lovely queens with their fabulous make-up and gorgeous outfits. My views may be described as pro gay, but that is incorrect. I would prefer to say that I am pro human; pro-love. You have to love yourself before you can love someone else. Naturally, I question those that have a problem with other people loving someone else that has the same mechanics. There are bigger issues at stake that require our attention. When will we get to them?
There are certain words in the English language that seem rather strange to me: gay, lesbian, homosexual. They do not tickle my fancy at all. I have yet to understand queer, heteroflexible, or dyke for that matter. All of this talk about gay rights and what is right vs. what is wrong is all very ridiculous to me. Perhaps I should explain myself further.
The word gay was not really used around me as a child. I heard the words punk & faggot without a clearly defined meaning; however, it was clear. There were certain men with “sugar in their tanks”. It was not until college when the word lesbian really came up in conversation and that happened thanks to Jerry Springer. There was not a day when a woman did not kiss another woman on stage as she left her boyfriend speechless. While viewing this, I felt as if people could love whomever they wanted as long as they were safe about how they loved each other. The world was a colorful place that required lots of color. My own relationship at the time was evident of this as I was involved with a latin man that was Jewish but chose instead to be atheist. I am known for keeping things interesting….
There have been many strides within the rainbow with regards to rights. It is legal in the United States of America to marry someone of the same gender as of last week. How many times have I been subjected to conversations about how we as Christians have to come together on the gay issue, no I do not think they should be allowed to get married, or there are two fathers raising that child. My opinion? Here it is.
I think that two consenting adults have the right to do whatever they want. If two human beings want to get married to each other out of love, isn’t that a union of beauty that deserves to be celebrated? For other people to have an opinion that is allowed to interfere on such a private matter seems rather invasive to me. People would kill themselves over the fact that they were not what was considered acceptable or put on appearances to please everyone around them except for themselves. Why did they feel the need to go to such extremes? Love does not recognize restrictions that people try to place on it.
Naturally, when the news broke that people that love other people of the same gender were allowed to marry, I wanted to purchase a rainbow scarf. My FB profile picture is in full rainbow effect. I think it is wonderful that an issue that should not have been an issue to begin with is finally coming around. Thank you God, Goddess, universe, guides, and anyone that I did not mention. Unfortunately, news of a disturbing situation reached me the other evening.