As I sat in the car the other night waiting for my husband, I listened to the radio. They were doing a James Brown special. Although, I'm an Al Green Extremist when it comes to music, I've always admired James' style. So, I was listening to people give interviews about him, and they even played an Eddie Murphy JB skit. They played a song, and the beat came on and I got chills from my my shoulders down both to my fingertips and both arms. My eyes suddenly began to water. Why did tears well up? Because no one gives that feeling anymore, no one gives that beat, that passion. Where is it?

I'm a deep fan of all "neo-soul" artists, and I can't say that I've gotten a chill like that from anyone but Leela James as of late. This is not to say that other artists are not "chill worthy", but it just hasn't hit me. Its not that Aretha, or Patty, or Al chill.

What happened to the Music?

About a week or two ago I came home, and there was a chicken bone on my step. I stared at it for a few seconds and thought that it may have come from one of the cats that linger around the neighborhood. I instantly knew that it didn't come from my house since we are vegetarians, and chicken has never entered my home, plus it looked old. Anyway, I kicked it off of the porch, into the bushes.

A few days ago, my hubby and I came home and he walked right over it without acknowledging it. I wondered how he walked over it without seeing it. I looked down and said, "whats the deal with this chicken bone?" He said, "what?, I don't know". It was strategically placed.

Even though the last occurence was days ago, it just popped in my head this morning to look it up. I think someone is sitting those bones there. Whats the deal w/ this?

This morning there are many thoughts in my head about my community and making a change. I love working with the youth, and adults, and I need ideas on creating positive change. In the past, I've done poetry workshops, goal setting, food giveaways, etc. I just don't feel as if its sparked the change that I'm looking for. I like working with girls of the youth, but in my city the girls are less likely to be arrested. I know that sounds outright, but its truth, and the teenage boys here need help badly.

I would also like to help women. I'm speaking of the business woman, the stay at home mom, the revolutionary, the artist, etc. I've seen that book clubs can spark great interests, but the books are always fiction. I'm not interested in fiction, and thats not something I would like to fascilitate.

Does anyone have any ideas? I'm very creative, but it seems as if I've ran out of ideas.

love.

I am scheduled to open my boutique just about 1 month from now. I would like my space to be totally creative and orignal. It seems that I've ran into a creative block this last week, perhaps anxiety has struck. I need pics of cute boutiques, not so upscale, but eclectic. I will sell fashion accessories, and home decor goods. If anyone sees ANY ideas, please let me know. I need INSPIRATION!

If any of you have read my previous blog, 'Drowning Energy", then you may be familiar with whats been going on recently in my life. The last months of our home life has been so trying. The first thing that happened was so unexpected. We were in our home preparing to leave for the day, and someone kicked in our back door. My husband chased this guy while I called the Police. To shorten the story, our house was the 2nd of the 3rd that this guy would break into within the hour. Needless to say he was caught after hiding in someones bedroom around the corner. Whew! That same day, our car was impounded, leaving us to pay $105 to get it out because we parked on a meter at the wrong time. This same week I went to the ER with abdominal pain, and was told to see a specialist.

I'm beginning to think that I'm getting depressed. The weather has been crazy, raining everyday for almost a week, and its been dark outside all day. At first I used this time for inspiration, but thats fading fast.

Took my hubby to doctor last night and he has slight asthma. Slight? Thats another story. The symptoms he explained to me seemed to be first stages of flu, then later I diagnosed it as an infection. He told me that his throat was sore, and his stomach was sore in this one little area, and nausea.

I did the echinacea tea, the chamomile baths, the eucalyptus massages, cold compresses for fever. I did everything that I had learned in my years of studying wholistics. He's been sleeping like crazy, and with his head under the cover, which is so not good for the fever.

Yesterday when the doc gave him 5 prescriptions, I was happy, but felt defeated all at the same time. She even gave him an inhaler! I thought to myself, "wow, asthma". I probably would have never guessed that. He never told me that he was having problems breathing, or lung/chest pain.

Peace to all,

You know, its been raining here it seems for about a week now. I'm not talking about sprinkles, I mean downpours, accompanied by tornadoes. At work, sometimes I just meditate while looking out of the window to see people scurry to their cars, some draped in garbage bags, others holding tightly to their umbrellas.

I always wondered why people feared rain. They thrust their heads forward in an attempt to "not" get wet. They run fast, all the while splashing into large puddles getting their pants legs wet. I think I've learned to endure the rain, but not yet weather the storm.

Recently I went through a serious marriage trial. There was no infidelity, just a brief period of separation. Seven days seemed like 30. However, it made me realize a lot about myself, about my mate, my role as a wife/woman, etc. It was two weeks ago, but still seems like yesterday.