I found this quote by viewing another blogger’s site; Creascreation at OOSGreens. It really spoke to me. I hope you can feel what’s being said here as well.
I will share “Something To Think About” for the next eleven 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!
Peace and blessings.
Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-BookandPaperback) yet?
I will share “Something To Think About” for the next fifteen weeks on Sunday afternoon. 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 new feature!
Peace and blessings.
Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?
Conversation between my friend and I, re: my belief that I should be an old person, and her telling me I will be one and hopefully, I’ll encounter someone just like me when I am older. That’s what I call Pop-up Love–love straight outta the blue when you least expect it.
I joke about my belief that I should be an old person with a friend who gets the sillier side of me than most people do–and what transpired was the birth of pop-up love.
Earlier that day, an elderly woman was being escorted down the hall by one of our Techs, and someone decided it a good time to make hot cocoa. She looked into my office as she hobbled by and straight into my eyes, and said, “Did you put on some hot cocoa?!”
I wanted to hug this beautiful aging woman and hold on tight to her. When I answered her, I smiled widely–“No, ma’am. It wasn’t me.” In that moment, I wish it were me–I wish I had enough time to place two mugs smack dab in the middle of that hallway, sit in a crooked circle with her, and down the creamy goodness of a favorite pastime delight.
I could tell she was a pistol in her day, making the men smile, and probably some women, too. She had curly, wispy hair, a lean-away from posture, and a slow hobble that needed little-to-no guiding. And all I could do was smile. Smile and wish I could shoot the shit with her.
But back to my friend who commented lovingly about my eventually being old and hopefully the older version of me would meet someone like me. Let it sit. Let it marinate.
When someone isn’t as open with their love or their trust and they decide to land a phrase on you that could lift you up when you least expect it–you’re doing what God has formed you to do.
You are creating change.
And as I re-read her comment several times that day and into the next, I grew thankful for having characteristics that meld into the memories of my loved ones, and they can rehash them when the time is right.
Whoever thought my affinity for the elderly would lead me down a road of love that was needed in a moment where I was feeling I hadn’t had the chance to feel loved as deeply as I would like.
And then love pops up, out of a place it usually doesn’t form, and reminds me I am still worthy and my flowers lay at my feet.
Because I felt like sharing a little something that sat down in my spirit and had itself a peaceful rest.
Michelle Obama and one of her many clapbacks.YouTube Short
Long, Overdue Venom: One-Lined Poem
Lady Obama spews long, overdue venom in the direction of a man who believes Black people aren’t suitable for various jobs birthed of and around their upper echelon counterparts; and it’s a clapback doused in class.
Dominique is a twenty-eight-year-old teacher from Little Rock who has been waiting for a kidney for sixteen months.
Sixteen months . . .
Every day is a struggle for her. How much energy would she use explaining trigonometry to seventeen year olds? Who would be the first to see sweat pour from her fingertips at 1:15 PM?
Dialysis on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday . . . try not to die Saturday and Sunday. And then, Miranda happened.
I am not into AI like that, not really. I am actually afraid of what it can do and how far it will go.
My best friend, however, loves tinkering with the known-unknown, and she did a few entries of me in some AI app (don’t ask me cuz I do not know, 🤣😂😆). And the results are frightening yet intriguing, too.
I want to share a few here so you guys can see the results. There are also some toddler versions of my AI’d self as well.
Enjoy. Or, maybe don’t enjoy them. Either way, here they go:
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