Christmas Cards

First let me start by saying that you are amazing and beautiful and I am glad to call you friend. As I consider the grand narrative of our friendship I thank God that He knew I would need someone in the sister hood fold who understands ply-wood floor kitchens and dogs just taking up residence in the front yard. Someone who, despite all of her accomplishments, has a legacy inextricably bound to the South. Yes, I thank God for you, for your Southern ways, and for your ability to critique my writing like none other.

Being human and both being dream chasers, I figured long ago that our blessings were related. I would pray that you’d be blessed because I knew within some months, something would happen to me. I wondered why God did things this way or if I had attempted to rationalize His works, which, from that man named Job we both knew not to do. And sitting in church listening to the Christmas story I realized:  you are my Elizabeth.

You are pregnant with the blessings of God and showing. You are proof that the Lord God He is good and able to do all things. Can you figure it? I need to see your blessings to believe that mine is on the way.

For enduring those breach and painful moments that give rise to blessings untold, thank you and Merry Chirstmas.

via Mississippi

Per the Holidays

My Wishlist:

• OPI nail polish
• the ability to speak Italian without having to make that face that people used to make at me in Spain when I thought they didnt like me but actually they were trying to understand what I was saying or that time one of Ana's friends was staring at my scalp and then I had to have the "new growth/ bantu knot out conversation" in Spanish which was really hard. Or, that face good ol' Benni made when jessica said to her, "no puede lavar mis ropas!" when the whole time she meant, "no, you don't have to wash my clothes," rather than "don't you touch my clothes, benni!" That face I imagine Benni made, that face.
• mittens that have fingerless gloves under them
• a plane ride, anywhere
• some place to where my cobalt blue coat  (i will wear it any where)
• wicked awesome employment, preferably that pays a living wage or repays student debt, or one that doesn't pay but propels me closer toward the dream realized
• to lol, the lol that makes me get out of my chair and walk around to experience the full hilarity of whatever was said, or the kind of lol where you really dont laugh out loud at all, just look at the person like, "yo, did you just say that," and they're like, "yeah, homie" and you're like, "that was mad funny, and they're like, "lol, i know right."
• a maintenance guide for my truck
• a yacht in Mallorca
• to embrace and be embraced by minded individuals, or individuals who have likable minds
• to rent a Range Rover and ride through some hippy town playing 1990s Jay-Z hits perhaps Volume 3, The Life and Times of S. Carter or, some southern rapper, whose, lyrics I censor while rapping aloud, being 100% whack and awesome at the same dang time. Or, maybe I would forego all of that for an S-Class Benz with tinted windows and Wayne Wonder, yes, Wayne. Wonder.
• black elastic headbands
• calmness of mind
• 1000 site visits to this blog
• and, world peace

A Dining Room in NE, Washington, DC

I woke up this morning lying on the floor. The air mattress had deflated. Damn, I thought, not so much about the air mattress but about the sleep long lost.

I have a bed, in a bedroom but I was tossing and turning so much so I figured a change was necessary. So I drug the twin size inflatable mattress into the space between my bedroom and the dining room and laid there.

My luck is insane. Stuff is going down. Something real is about to happen so I brace myself.

My body was convulsing, I held my self because it was shaking so violently. My hair was drenched in sweat and I could not focus my eyes well enough to find my phone. About a year ago I was so ill, Id fainted alone in the house from where I had been completely scammed. Now, not only did I pass out, but, as I fell, I hit my had on a washing machine.

A month later I was posted up in a one bedroom with hardwood floors and natural light. You see, I can't loose the faith from me just yet.

As I slide pieces of merchandise over and over again, wondering if my current rung is from my own indecision, nature, or fear, I said to myself keep calm and believe.

The last time I ate humble pie, and was stricken to my knees. I emerged on the beach of an Italian resort along Polignano a Mare.

If I be the vehicle of miracle, then I will let that keep me going. Look at me now, know I try, but know where I'm about to be will be so amazing, will be so awesome, so unbelivable, the people will have to say:

"Good God."

pace sulla terra. pace in me. which is italian for, "peace on earth. peace in me."