The “Real Thing” by Jill Scott…I remember how lovely this album was to me…so raw and real. “Open dialogue” songs about love and affirming it, songs about sadness and claiming it, songs that held emotional weight from the diva herself….Truthfully, some songs are timeless; they will ALWAYS apply, no matter the situation. These days, my ears crave what I grew up listening to, there is nothing on the radio to compare to. Music is my inspiration for writing; especially when I have a lot to say…I am constantly making playlists to create a certain mood I look for when I am writing. And it helps immensely…I am very tuned into the vibes I feel during a song.
Music is often my inspiration for writing; especially when I have a lot to say and desire the respite that it provides…I make a connection to what I am writing and it helps immensely…I am very tuned into the instruments, the sounds, the words; the whole experience of music and its effects. It is the one thing that most people can remember and be inspired by; even songs they may not have heard for years.
…Some days I feel jazzy, some nights I wanna rock out, and there are moments I crave old school; in all genres…I utilize the gift of music to help inspire me as a writer and it proves to be a timeless asset. An evening of rainfall and candles can set the date for a sweet night of writing.
I treasure the steps I consciously take to help me write with more “realness”…
Happy Writing and Listening ❤
I find peace among these plants…gardening to my heart’s content. Here, there is no noise, no judgement and no rush…it is just serenity.
I got this little fighter the other day from Lowe’s. She was not in the best condition but I knew what she needed. After being repotted into a new home and clipping off the dead leaves; she made a quick turnaround! I rarely purchase plants at full price but instead prefer the markdowns because they need a second chance…for someone to believe that they still have the potential we all have; to bloom ❤
She is a happy plant in her new home and I can see that new little buds have appeared since I got her. Proud mama over here! I love a good challenge, especially when it comes to gardening.
Happy Birthday to my heart, my Mom…the woman who is the glue that holds our family together and has since I can remember. Without her, there would be no me…no girls of my own to raise…and so on this special day, her day…I salute her! I love you Mother Dear ❤
I am the flower whisperer…I listen intently to what the flowers, plants, and trees tell me…I love how flowers reach out to caress my face when I kneel down to admire their beauty. “How are you growing today?” I always check in with my garden treasures, asking them what they need from me…and they tell me! My daughters chuckle often, as they watched me touch their leaves lightly and tell them I love them…”well, my loves…flowers, plants, and trees may not speak in words, but they are indeed alive and they can feel my presence.”
It is so precious and miraculous to watch a seed grow into a seedling, then taller still into a flower or tree. We don’t stop long enough to admire the ongoing process of growth around us…it truly is magical. I love gardening, my mother says I acquired this love from my ancestors; my great aunts, great-grandmother, and others in our family who had “green thumbs”. I would not doubt it at all, it is nice to know I am carrying on a family tradition. I find so much peace in the plant world, so much receptivity and tranquility. I can dig my hands in the Earths’ black gold and feel the sun warming me as I allow my thoughts to just rest, while I garden. I don’t take this gift for granted, for in my plants I also see me…I see others, I see life and love. It is something I cherish and have a deep respect for…the way the plant world embraces me…
Nothing soothes my soul more than gardening, well maybe except writing. The joy is that I can garden and also share my escapades by blogging about them. It is a win-win!!
Whisper to me your secrets of old, tell me stories that are a hundred years old…tantalize me with your summer colors, unique scent, form, and presence…I love you. ❤
Summer Lovin’! We are fastly approaching Summer Solstice, the time when it is oh so official that summer is here to stay, at least for a few months. I am a summer baby, and I love all things related to this beautiful season. I like feeling more freed up from restricting schedules and planning fun excursions with my girls. Perusing the libraries for events, checking out books to plan new hobbies, beach days and traveling are some of my favorite things to do. There is so much more time to laugh and make precious memories. The fireflies dance their sensual dance in the night sky, cicadas sing to us and the sunsets seem so much more lovely as the days end.
Summer is such a luscious time…gardens flourish and flowers are in full bloom; proud of their beautiful petals and strong roots. We flourish too as the sun warms us from outside in.
I am in my element during summer…
I want to share some things that have been happening in my life. First of all, I deleted my Facebook account! I have deactivated my account before and stayed off of it for a few weeks…but I would go back. A couple of weeks ago, I simply deleted it and haven’t turned back. It was time to just go through with it…Things seemed so stagnant for me on Facebook. I honestly felt like I was drowning in a sea of folks whose faces I have never even seen, yet they could see so much of my private life. Yes, it was helpful to have ways that I could control my account, but that’s just it! Facebook was actually controlling my actions subconsciously, more than I felt comfortable with. And I didn’t make the connection until I was fully disconnected from it. Who would notice my absence? What were my days like before I even had an account? I have always enjoyed deep communication, and sharing common interests, it is the stuff of life. I was on Facebook for roughly about ten years. It was fun engaging in conversations with people from all over the world; some which turned into physical friendships and relationships that may have never happened without Facebook.
So honestly, I am thankful for what I gained but I am also observant. You can only squeeze so much juice out of a fruit before it has nothing left, only memories of its sweet nectar. Perhaps I will return but in my own time, and I will start fresh. Facebook wouldn’t be as popular among its users if we took the time to look at our own lives and cherish them. It can be a great deterrent to what is truly important. These days, I am busy getting my writing goals up to par, entertaining more book ideas, gardening, spending time each day giving thanks and checking out other social media platforms. I felt a little sad about my blog posts not being automatically shared via Facebook but then I thought of the new experiences I am destined for. I think about how I have to give birth to a new me; which is timely being that my birthday is very close now.
Often, the biggest decisions are made on the spur of the moment but end up having a great impact on our future. Every minute of our lives counts and how we decide to spend our time is ours to choose. I love that I am growing and changing under the sun; regenerating myself. I didn’t make a big announcement when I decided to delete my account, I just did it. I knew my tribe, my biggest fans, my friends and my heart strings would feel me; even in my unspoken way of going about this. I also didn’t want to impose my decision on others; it was my personal choice and I felt at peace. So that is honestly all that mattered. Cheers!