Saturday, April 18, 2009

My Secret

Live Breathe, love -be- appreciation.

A.Walker: Everyone must have a practice.

When I think of the precious beautiful things I have to be grateful for in every light of life. It thrills me and it brings me closer to that part of life:)

I'm grateful to share this with you all.

Friday, April 17, 2009


I am a poet... In my own mind... and that is all that matters... That is the greatest mind that matters to me anyway... in the noon day, I will search for more poets to fuel my mind and it will matter greatly to me that they fuel me. It will matter most that they point out areas for my improvement, my inspiration and my ability to impart knowledge upon others... So, I am a poet, I am a poet in my mind and when I am able to share this to the world, I will be a poet in their eyes too... in the eyes of me, you... and well

a couple of my own...

*under construction:)...just look for the poetry in my prose;)

So... Poems that I like...

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
~ Rumi ~
(The Essential Rumi, versions by Coleman Barks)

Thursday, April 2, 2009

My Daily Meditation Practice

Greater depth in breath & beating(heart)…
“Wow, today I appreciated the focus on my breath and more so—more deeply—the sense of being that noticed my body’s natural movements, my body’s vibrations & beats rhythmically throughout my body. I appreciated…knowing a oneness in my body. My smells cultivated my mind, and peace and oneness were sealed in the dong(of the bell).”

First time on yoga mat…
My body’s aching & I’m grateful for a long and prosperous day. My meditation was in a space that I briefly set up for myself on a yoga mat & with my back erect(against my wooden bed side) & my body facing a window to the East. I once again experience the beating of my pulse, my pump of blood throughout my body—thrusting and moving me with its rhythm. I felt the beauty of my heart beat & resonate my body. I tried further & retreated, I want more later.
Journey to Love
Today I meditated 11mins. I had a # of things on my mind. I had music playing accidently—that I was[faintly] aware of. I thought mainly of what I believe life is really all about. What it means to me—I wish/pray that I will think of how—that essence of what life means will reveal to me how to go forth in life thru this revelation of what life is. I have realized that life means Love—Love of oneself—completely—&my ? is—how am I gonna allow this meaning to thrive my life forward? An ever present drive—charge & adoration to Love myself fully—really love all I am & all that I am to be. Do things to strengthen me & make me proud of myself & love myself 1st. that’s my drive. –success used to drive me—yet, I believe this comes as I love myself enough to accept my success as it is & is to be. I thought of a funny movie I watched last nite and how much I enjoy my bff’s company here now-- & stf I must b responsible for.

Reaping Peace
I reap peace. I am sitting in my favorite alone spot on campus & I hear the sounds that sometimes calm me. I attempt freeing my mind—the sounds & smells stimulate accelerate too many thoughts. I feel calm, confused, wishful—wanting—clarity. Thinking of sowing seeds of hard work. how much rest I’ve had lately & what that sows—I believe peace. I am sowing Peace with my practice and this is as important as anything else!

My Meditation Experience

I met meditation, as I understand it today, on a cold hard wooden floor—warmed only by my body and the partnering bodies that shared the environment; I was in the “corpse position” as I laid with herbs on my eyes and to my surprise was calmed and clear minded as meditation met me. Since that time I have indulged in the essence of this calmness that has often made me want to stay in it forever. So I delved deeper, my first time approaching this time of “pause” more intentionally was my first semester at Spelman College in my Black Presence in American Dance herstory class with Dr. Veta Goler as we took time to pause before beginning every class. I began to yearn for that moment of clarity midday, midweek. So, I delve further and experienced meditative yoga and sitting meditation the following year with the help of the same professor. Finally, I reached the point of prioritizing a class Dr. Goler offered, focused on personal development in the meditative practice—Contemplative Practices and the Arts—and although feeling a bit pressured, I have grown incredibly in my understanding of contemplative mindfulness.

Beauty in things Unforeseen

Beauty in things Unforeseen
A busy road becomes... well it just be...comes as people come and go.

Viewing a Play... Contemplatively...

The Miss Evers’ Boys production was one of great passion in creativity while delivering imperative information. The most serious scientific experimentation, in terms of ethical injustice, is explained through the vibrant, melodious, living breathing human beings to embody the numbers we are so used to being informed upon. To put a face, a story, a life, “aspirations” lol to just four of those brothers affected by this unfortunate happening is amazing, auspicious and breathtaking. Contemplative practices were evident throughout the theatre production. As I reflect upon the beautiful emotions present, varying from tearful sadness and compassion to tear-wrenching laughter and passionate joy, I was made aware of the contemplative messages sent consciously throughout the production.

Creativity in Contemplation

This creative project has revealed much to me. I allowed myself to be moved in a direction towards a song spoke depth to me and would express the awareness I have received from meditation and, mindfulness, contemplative practices and the arts. The song Pearls, that I first heard sung by Sade, most dynamically affected me when I heard it on India.Arie’s new album. I immediately jumped with excitement on the familiarity to a song that so deeply brings awareness to materialism, globalism and the oneness we must possess to care of how our brothers and sisters are affected. It made me realize the importance and history of this known concept of Pearls and the beauty of the song. I grew in my exploration and contemplation upon the song; I found a more global version by Angelique Kidjo featuring Josh Groban And Carlos Santana that I appreciated, yet stuck with the India Arie piece to build my creativity with, as it most purposely spoke measures to me.
I meditated and contemplated on the design of my body’s movements to immolate the message of this great story. I appreciated how my body could move and the work in progress aspect of how it would grow in its ability to express the pearls’ story. This practice has revealed how the body’s authentic movement can move you dearly. I allowed myself to be led in every movement, I extracted from myself and asked myself to give voice to my own truth, world awareness and artistic beauty.
Finally, I decided to name the project, Our Pearls, in that it describes where and how our world’s pearls come from those who hurt as well as how we ourselves are the true pearls. The sense that We are pearls was revealed to me from the fact that we are more valuable than any material thing or force that causes others to be exploited—we are better than that—we are the pearls. This concept of lifting our personal selves up as the invaluable pearls was further displayed to me by the last India Arie song that has touched me greatly as I’ve blossomed in this experience…Beautiful Flower.
For this I have offered the lyrics of Pearls and a Flower to every student so that they may be mindful of it and blossom in their own right by the Pearl experience and write of it when they are moved. I hope to share my art and inspire new art in this manner as we blossom in our understanding of our pearls.

Pearls lyricsThere is a woman in SomaliaScraping for pearls by the roadsideThere is a force stronger than natureKeeps her will aliveThat is how she lives her lifeShe is dying to surviveI don't know what she's made ofI would like to be that braveShe cries to the heavens aboveThere's a stone in my heartShe lives a life she didn't chooseAnd it hurts like brand new shoesYes, it hurts like brand new shoesAnd it hurts like brand new shoesThere is a woman in RwandaThe sun shows her no mercyThe same sky we lay underBurns her to the boneLong as afternoon shadowsIt's gonna take her to get homeEach grain carefully wrapped upPearls for her little girlHallelujah, HallelujahShe cries to the heavens aboveThere's a stone in my heartShe lives a life she didn't chooseAnd it hurts like brand new shoesYes, it hurts like brand new shoesAnd it hurts like brand new shoesThere is a woman in SomaliaThere is a woman in RwandaThere is a woman in SudanThere is a woman in the CongoAnd she hurts like brand new shoesHallelujah, HallelujahOhhhHallelujah, Hallelujah(African words sung)Hallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, Hallelujah

Artist: India ArieSong: Beautiful Flower
This is a song for every girl who's Ever been through something she thought she couldn't make it throughI sing these words because I was that girl tooWanting something better than thisBut who do I turn to
Now we're moving from the darkness into the lightThis is the defining moment of our lives
'Cause you're beautiful like a flowerMore valuable than a diamondYou are powerful like a fireYou can heal the world with your mind
There is nothing in the world that you cannot doWhen you believe in you, who are beautifulYeah, you, who are brilliantYeah, you, who are powerfulYeah, you, who are resilient

She looks to The Skies Above

She looks to The Skies Above
There is a stone in my heart, and it hurts

Brand New Shoes

Brand New Shoes
And it hurts like Brand new shoes...when the feeling of shoes is so new to you... to one.