I ventured off yesterday, after realizing I hadn't brought along with me, all the necessary tools to have a productive work day. Without any particular direction, I decided to head to the movie theater and take in a thought provoking experience. Captain Phillips is what I settled upon and boy was I surprised. I had no prior information about the movie and could vaguely remember the trailers. From where I sat, this story was about struggle, strength and ultimately, survival. This human story was a testament to the desperation and endurance of the human spirit. I posted a comment on social media (Facebook) about having watched the movie earlier, and to my surprise and dismay, the initial and immediate response was racially charged. That saddened me, tremendously. I, attempted to convey the depths of this human story that my eyes, spirit and heart had just absorbed, and to erase the color lines. I'm not sure how effective I was, and eventually I ceased the conversation (I kept hearing the words of my grandmother, "be careful when arguing with "fools", from a distance folks can't tell, who is who") as it was becoming too impassioned. But, what that revealed to me is that even in this modern day of technology, instant gratification and access to most things worldwide, differences still have yet to be accepted. And, what's most saddening, is beyond the color of our skin, the native language of our tongues, and some traditional, plus cultural differences, we are far more alike, than not. Acceptance of this, would make for a far greater earth to reside. I, hope within my lifetime, I witness the acceptance of all people and that the invasive and deep wounds of colorism is effectively tended to, mended and healed with love, as we're far more effective as a whole. We can do this!
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*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...