We hadn’t realized how important life was until we were all doomed to accept unmitigated, exhausting change. The stroke of every clock sounded, and we ignored them–content to wade in our sullied waters until the next defeat. And now . . . we wallow in a sea of mesmerizing tears, unable to fetch the happiness we prayed for four years ago. How odd–the way life jokes around and pulls its highest card when we believe we’ve won at a game of spades.
Sorrow flows from hearts Life’s unfailing trials spin us Another hand’s dealt
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AI-Generated Image: A Black woman with braids sitting at a desk with a sad expression on her face.
carillon
her voice, to me, is like a carillon, played at the right moment to dazzle my heart and strengthen my mind.
I miss our daily conversations, our intent on building, bonding, and brewing through words.
a funk came and she’s been under it, in it, for over a month, and now it feels like she won’t get through it, and my heart sobs for the woman I once knew.
but I know how important it is to best our demons, and there’s no timeline for this. I’m here whenever, if ever she reappears.
AI-Generated Image: Birds singing while on the rooftop of an apartment building, just as the sun rises.
hornswoggled without consent
morning comes out of the blue, and I feel like I’ve been hornswoggled into daytime without consent.
the birds’ church has been open since 0430, and I have no clue who the minister is, but I am now holding them responsible for the ruckus the choir is making. although in perfect harmony, as always, I would have loved fifteen more minutes of deep sleep.
but when nature lives right outside your window, you’ll either call it peace or chaos, and currently, I’m on the fence. so, I’m naming it peaceful chaos until further notice.
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holes come at unexpected times, bearing down on weary hearts–taking our last moments of peace.
the strong hold on–ending the fight before it’s time can place a wrinkle in the waves of life.
we grit our teeth and lean into every storm until we ache from years of battling–the war, never-ending.
the pull is a place we find ourselves lagging in navigation, stuck on fear, and when we stay there too long, it becomes home.
the key to remembering how to escape is to grab the closest thing to you and lasso it to your beating heart–give it the life it has no chance to steal,
and watch it falter before your eyes. you’ll defeat it, and it won’t ever see it coming.
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I lived. I loved. I ate delicious food. I am better for having done so.
800°. Southpark, Charlotte, NC. Saturday, May 24, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
On the table: Yellowed beauty. Saturday, May 24, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
What we ate: My friend had a double pepperoni wood-fired grill pizza. I had their specialty wood-fired grill wings with honey bourbon sauce & house wood-fired grill Brussels sprouts. Saturday, May 24, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
A friend who is a gem (and like my kid sister), Diamond. We both worked for the contracted company of our bigger, more established company. And now that the contracted company will no longer be a thing, we are linked to each other’s lives in a way I am not with any other co-worker I have ever had. We’ve been through A LOT, and we’re still standing, still smiling, and still here for each other. The lunch spot was her suggestion. Saturday, May 24, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
She is yet another person who understands my silliness. At 23 years old, Diamond must’ve been here before. I am grateful for her presence in my life. Saturday, May 24, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
A peaceful resting spot. Jernee sleeps whenever she can and wherever she wants. Sunday, May 25, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
The movie theater. Sinners was the feature. Although it was a good movie, the hype about it was TEN TIMES BETTER. This was before six more people entered this theater. Sunday, May 25, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
And again. The seat with the napkins on it is where I sat for the film. Sunday, May 25, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
After the movie, in my car, preparing to go to the store. Sunday, May 25, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Cast-iron skillet homemade macaroni and cheese. Yes, it was delicious! Sunday, May 25, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday dinner: cast-iron skillet mac-n-cheese, thinly sliced BBQ steak, & oven-baked cabbage with tomatoes & onions. Sunday, May 25, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Manifestation Monday: On Memorial Day, a small part of my day included watching/listening to an audiobook, How to Talk to the Universe. The link was sent to me by one of my long-time friends, Raina. Monday, May 26, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I needed this break from working. I ended my time with the contracted company on Wednesday, May 21, 2025. Thursday and Friday were spent attending doctors’ appointments, visiting my cousin in the hospital, and enjoying every moment I could.
I am ready to take on whatever is headed my way, and I welcome it all with open arms.
I hope this week will be more than kind to all of you. Peace and blessings!
“What about your friends? Will they stand their ground? Will they let you down?”
Fortune Cookie Wisdom. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I will share “Something To Think About” for the next two weeks on Sunday afternoons. It may be a quote, a picture, an interesting phrase I heard, artwork, etc. Whatever I share will surely be intriguing or involving enough to spark a casual discussion or in-depth conversation. Stay tuned every Sunday for this feature!
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