I wanna know, can we talk? I mean really talk. There were so many words whirling through my head last night that I couldn't fall asleep until approximately 1:00am (I probably should have written my blog last night, but the way my body was setup, it rang hell to the naw naw, to the naw, naw, naw, helllll naw!).
Yesterday morning, I awakened eager, happy and full of hope. I was incredibly excited that Mercury had turned direct and that I had made it through the retrograde with only a few 3-degree burns that had been gingerly cared for and healed. Exhale. Relief had set in and I decided to do something that I'd never done before, which was to write a piece on a Sunday and before I went to fellowship. Boy, was it a very well thought out and well written article from the heart and pit of my soul. I was quite pleased with it's arrangement, aesthetics, and substantial teachings.
After publishing the article, I'd gone to my blog to snag the link so I could push it out on social media and to my dismay, the whole article had vanished! It didn't save (which generally happens automatically), it wasn't in my drafts and no where in cyberspace. To say I was frustrated would be a complete understatement. As a huntress, I went looking for it, frantically. But, after about 5 mins of that and my blood pressure being raised because of my increased anger, I decided to let it go.
I needed to "cool down," so off I went to hop into the soothing shower as it always relaxes me, but to my surpise the water decided it wasn't going to heat up for me, no matter how much I really wanted it to. So, in the words of my grandmother, I had to take a "hoe bath" which is a really quick one where you hit all vital parts with the sponge and soap, rinse, then towel dry. In spite of those misfortunate occurrences, I was in pretty good spirits until someone knocked on my door with the most petty demand ever. I had to gather myself, as the blog post had already thrown me off my square and I'd just regained balance, so I took in the petty comment and continued to get ready for fellowship.
Service was EXCELLENT! it was only during service that I understood why the universe had eaten my article, as the answer I was seeking in it was revealed at service!
Won't he do it!
After service, some beautiful soul had fried up some chicken and brought it along for us to enjoy after we'd been spiritually nourished! Now, anyone that knows me personally knows a couple things, I can always be lured by good food (like a child being lured by candy from within the creepy conversion van with painted windows) and that I'm the only black person you'll probably meet that can't fry a damn thing! I'd just said the day before I wanted some fried chicken and the Universe provided it the next day!
Won't He do it!
After stuffing my face and talking 40 going north, I vaguely pitched a couple of ideas and campaigns that I'm working on (be sure to join the kindness movement) and then headed to the grocery store to pick up supplies for the lamb, veggie and havarti lasagna I was making for dinner.
I felt AWESOME while shopping for my ingredients, with only brief moments of disgust as I had to search for simple items that should have been super easy to find, however it became incredily clear that the signage had to be designed by someone with zero direction and less than bright (I mean that respectfully).
However, my checkout was amazing as the cashier made it all worth it as she was abnormally pleasant. When I stepped outside, I became overwhelmed by the freedom I both felt and truly obtain! I just had to praise dance, right there, where I stood!
It encouraged me to pop my earbuds into my ears and play, on repeat, Pharrell's, "Freedom"
With an abundance of love in my heart, I headed up the mountain and was in awe of it's raw beauty; I drank in the love. I curved around the bend with ease, until I hit a patch of ice that landed me right in a ditch!
Okay, the instant freak out was getting real--I threw the car in reverse and all I did was spin my wheels and began to sweat as I couldn't believe I was stuck in a ditch. But, at the height of my panic and profuse sweating, I heard the voice say, "be calm and pray," so I did. I said a quick prayer as I calmed and without consciousness threw the car into drive and with utter ease drove right out of the ditch.
Won't He do it!
The moral to this long-winded story is this, shit happens. All day, everyday. But, we have a choice...we can choose the outcome of these moments. With great confidence and self-belief we can manifest whatever it is that our hearts desire. Now, for me, when I keep my Creator in the center of all things, that's when the miraculous occurs. So, on this magical Monday, I manifest divine miracles for each and every one of you that has blessed this post with your presence. May blessings stalk and cover you for the rest of your days and may you pay those miracles forward.
Thank you for being such an intricate part of my blog and such an amazing audience as it's greatly appreciated.
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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)...