I am 31 years old, mother of one and in a great relationship. I am currently employed with New York State and I'm just trying to have a little fun through experiences. I find that we all love to talk and share no matter race, creed or religion!
There’s a chill. A cold wet dampness to the air. Not crispy and nose tingly like the winter air at those unfriendly temperatures. But a chill nonetheless. There’s another chill. A breeze making the leaves jump around and run across the wet grass. Not enough to make a leaf tornado but enough to scatter them across this vast grassy area. It’s a breeze filled with the regrets of not wearing the right clothing. Bone chilling. Ice. Usually transparent as the windows we look out of in our homes and cars. But not this..this is clouded and frosted. Grey with specs of white. One irreversible look at Medusa turn you into stone grey. The skies are unforgiving to the spring sun and the clouds hover, swirling ever so slowly. The trees though are juicy and full of life. Swaying in the chilly breeze as natural as the sway you do when you hear your favorite old school song. They move side to side as if the breeze has them in a beautiful hypnotic trance and if trees could smile then they would resemble the Cheshire Cat in Alice In Wonderland. Glaring what seemed like an endless amount of teeth. But back to the matter at hand. For as chilly as the whether is….nothing is chillier than what’s taking place.
There’s a box of sorts. Its the deepest black you’ve ever seen. Blacker and shinier than a black Steinway piano. Like a black abyss…a dark portal to another world. It rests on a platform and it is adorned with gold etching and fixtures. A gold so pretty in color it seems to almost liquefy before your eyes. But it doesn’t sparkle like glitter… it shines and demands you to stare and lose yourself in its beauty, distracting you from what’s taking place. Touch it and feel it’s value. Touch it and feel it’s true purpose. But touching this gold solidifies the chill. There are beautiful colors on top the box. Reds and purples with splashes of green. And even a few white. They are centered on this box as centered as a crown would be on a Queens head. Standing tall and pretty in its right commanding everyone to just be. To just sit and wait for what’s taking place.
And it begins. The shuffle of feet and sounds of hushed voices. Small children inquiring about the colored stones evenly spaced. White square fluffy pieces of cloth held close. And it begins. All things are in place. The breeze slows down. The trees stop swaying. The clouds still. The sun absent all morning has decided to peek through just a bit. Just enough to make the box the center of attention for the rays have emboldened the black and gold. Emboldened so you must stare, you must look, you must gaze, you MUST get lost in the abyss and forget what’s taking place. But you don’t forget. No it’s a mere distraction.
Everything is ready and a sound so soft and commanding has arrived. It says things like “sorry” and “fear not”. And words strung together like “in a better place” and words that trigger water flows like none other. Little water drops that if you look closely you’ll find a world of memories. You’ll find joy and laughter. You’ll find love and happiness. And you’ll also find deep sorrows and pain. You’ll find “I miss you and I love you”.
The soft commanding sound stops and it’s silent. No sound of leaves scurrying across the wet grass. No sound of the green ornaments hanging from the trees. Just the platform….it moves. Ever so slowly. So slowly you can hear the mechanical parts working to remove this beautiful black shiny golden box from the sights of those hunched bodies with heads lowered. Faces wet and fluffy white squares dampened and crumpled in tightly closed fists. And it begins…. the descent. From life..to afterlife.
It’s glowing….not like a beautiful fire fly glow…or that soft glow like when the sun sets before the moon takes center stage…it’s BLAZING actually. It’s warm and soothing….muscles relaxing, heartbeat steady and pulse slowing. And sometimes it’s quite HOT. You know like when you see the heat waves on a summer day. Yeahh, that type of hot. My cheeks…they are warm to the touch. Sizzling if u must. The light is so bright. It’s like trying to look at the sun and you know you shouldn’t but you want to see that fireball in the sky. So I keep my eyes shut. Blocking out that beautiful light that I so desperately want to see. So I squeeze my eyes shut and then I relax. You ever try to look through your eyelids to see something that’s too bright to stare at? So u stand there, head tilted, eyes closed facing the bright and a slow smile creeps into the corners of your mouth. I…want…to…see. I want to see the ferocity, I want to see the dismay, I want to see the agony, I want to see the happy, joy, and pain. Okay….sigh.. I can do this. Just…open one lid…at…a…time!
Mmmm let me FEEL it. Let me be warmed by the back and forth dance of the light. Let me be burned by the lava like temperatures. Let me be cooled like waters from a spring. Let me explode with volcanic likeness and let me be chilled like a snow capped mountain. Let me feel it. In my flesh, in my bones..straight down to the marrow. No. I want to feel it in my soul. Tell the gate keeper step aside for this cannot be stopped. Arms wide open I let the heat embrace me, my body, my soul. I’m blasted with a fiery blaze so unbearable but awakening. I feel it, I smell it, I can taste the beauty of this..this fire. I can taste the tears and taste the smiles and taste the sorrows and taste the joys and I cry and shake at the emotions taking over me and I fall to my
knees..skin burning from the blaze…eyes wet from tears and heart filled…with…LOVE
In the still of the night. Its the darkest body of water you’ve ever seen. You KNOW it’s depth is unfathomable. It’s so black you’re convinced there are hues of blue in there. And there are waves crashing ever so gently on the embankment causing ripples along the surface. And there… at the center of it all is the moon…full and bright. Brighter than you’ve seen. Bigger than you cud ever imagine. And on this body of water is the reflection….the reflection of ultimate beauty that is distorted everytime the ripples rush towards the shore and then it becomes still ..SINK….is wat everything around me says…sink into the body of water…discover what makes the moon shine so bright…figure out how a beauty like this is guarded by such a person…explore this person and find the fire that obviously lights the moon..and find what other things lay beneath…beneath the ripples that gently crash to the shore…
This weekend I had the wonderful pleasure of doing something slightly different this Labor Day weekend. Imagine being in a room filled with creative people in all aspects of art! From musicians to painters, clothing and graphic designers to make-up artists and all the like!
You could have played pool with your feet with striped and solid colored soccer balls…RIGHT!!! Take that in!!!! Talk about a blend. I played paint pong with a basket ball and bins which was kept very similar to the actual beer pong game but in this case each opponent who made the ball in a bin was able to put a paint stroke on canvas of any color. Whoever wins keeps the painting!! DOPE!!!
There were multiple televisions set up with multiple game systems because there’s always love for the gamers, and a nice table for tic-tac-toe and connect four!!! Simple but it’s interesting the things we still love from our youth!!
And then there were multiple vendors selling different things from clothing to paintings, jewelry, all natural energy drinks and even some cool THC products.
And after all the drinking and games were done. We were entertained and serenaded by beautiful song birds and what’s the best way to end the night??!! WITH AN ENGAGEMENT!!!
Loved this weeekend so far and I hope you enjoye yours as well!!
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Because life seems more fun with FEATHERS!!! Carnival is such an experience whether your a first timer or a veteran. It offers such a euphoric feeling from beginning to end. “Playing mas” means wearing a costume like the one pictured and dancing in the streets to the sounds of Soca music along other Masqueraders taking part in the celebration. Men and women alike can partake and enjoy themselves endlessly.
I had the pleasure of taking part in carnival in Grenada W.I. I myself am not a first timer to carnival and and playing mas. And this time like the past was a BLAST!!!
A lot goes into deciding on whether or not you’ll play mas or just be a spectator. Either way…do your research and and once decided bring your good vibes and energy and enjoy the festivities!!
I have to say…most things we know should just be left in the past. But these tassel earrings are making a comeback and I am here for it!!! They come in many colors and styles. This particular one I love because you’re not limited to a specific color but you can also use it for a splash of color let’s say for an “all-white” event!! Aldos has all your necessary accessories for that special occasion! Check them out and have a flash back to the past moment for yourself!!!
and hard about what my first post would be about, what would it sound like, would it flow? I realized that although I am trying to appeal to people I don’t know…I ultimately have to love what I write. All else I believe falls into place. We can tell when an author loves what they’re writing because they make it their duty to convey that passion. So I will try to do the same in each and every post…Let this journey begin…