A New Day

Well today is a new day, and that's a wonderful thing for me. It means that the failures that I might have felt on yesterday or last week, don't get to come over with me today, it's a new day. Thank God for that and for His grace and mercy, and for giving me this new day in which I am allowed to start over, and enjoy.

I will enjoy some part of this day while trying to enjoy all of it. I will find something about it, that I would like to enjoy, for tomorrow will also be a new day, bringing with it adventures of its own.

Stimulating Conversation

Me: "I'm not going to ever be like I was before am I?", Psyche: "No my love, you never will be. You're going to be better than you were before." Me: processing this foresight. Psyche: allowing me to. Me: "I'm glad we're friends, you and I." Psyche: "me too".

Happy Fourth of July!

From the Diva Journals.

What Are You Reading This Month?

There is no friend as loyal as a book. - Ernest Hemingway

It’s summer time.  This is the time of the year I love reading, or devouring books!  As a child we went to the library in the summer time, joined summer reading programs, and could not wait until the second week or so of school to see who had read the most books in our new class, or who went to the library to see that our name had been added to the wall of achievers with all the gold stars next to it.  Do children still participate in such activities?

I’m reading three books, (see I told you, devour!) (And these don’t include the waiting list at the library) 1. J. California Cooper’s “Some People, Some Other Place”, 2. Joan Morgan’s “When Chicken Heads Come Home to Roost, A Hip-Hop Feminist Breaks It Down” and 3. Toni Morrison’s “Sula”. Let me tell you, I am in overdrive, riding on pure excitement right now! Powerful, powerful authors, who all have the extraordinary gift of capturing minds through thought provoking words, put to paper.

Allow your minds to go to another place and expand on life, if you will and read something this summer; get a magazine subscription, read a blog.  Just read!

 

Spoken Word.

 

If I Knew

If I knew the last time I saw your face that I was saying goodbye to you, I would have

Prayed with you my strongest prayer

You were to me my breath of fresher air

Smiled longer

Made our bond stronger

Touched you more

Watched you soar

Heard you laugh

Prepared myself on loves behalf

Sat with you

Till we got that breakthrough

Cried until I couldn’t cry anymore

Loved you beyond my deepest core

Talked until my throat was raw

There’s nothing close to being in your presence, Naw

If I knew the last time I saw your face that I was saying goodbye to you, I would have

Done anything to prolong the moment

Told my love, that for you, it could never lie dormant

Commanded that part of the brain called the temporal lobe

To play its most critical role

Would’ve made it store and retrieve memories, crystal-clear

Making memories of you and of us constantly and for a lifetime, reappear

Had I known that the last time I saw your face that I was saying goodbye to you

All of this and more, I would surely do. If I knew

Endless Possibilities

My state of possible seems to have no end, no limit, no conclusions.  It's boundless, infinite, no end in site. 

I'm caught up in endless possibilities.  Like an insect trapped in a cobweb providing nutrition to the spider, so are the possibilities trapped inside of me.  They are yearning to escape, to help nourish anything other than where they are trapped....in my psyche.

Today

Today i plan to possess Potential. Today i am going to be a possible, as opposed to the actual. Today i am capable of being or becoming.