All posts filed under: Journals and Writtens

The Audacity of having an Opinion

“Politics and Family Don’t Mix” I have sat through this electoral process for the last year and some change, watching listening and carefully collecting my thoughts and opinions. Being open to dialogue with family even though we clearly envision something different, very different of our future and sides of the aisle. I respect those of whom hold different opinions, because I learn from their thinking, I learn their values and ultimately get a better understanding of how they see the world and what a change might mean to them. Daily, I aid in the care of my two elderly grandparents, for multiple reasons, but these past months the channel on their HDTV has not changed. No matter the day nor time it has been glued to the election and nothing more. Hours of having media bullshit and enlightening rhetoric, with aggressive commentary battered into my brain leaving minimal room to fully encompass the natures of this election without sway and voting privileges to mesh in with my reality. I just wanted this whole embarrassing muppet …

The Catchup

I owe ya’ll an apology. I have not been as committed to you recently.. rather cheating a bit… The last three weeks my focus has been on a community food drive my team at LGNDVRY.com have committed ourselves to. November 1st we began a donation drive aimed at helping families whom are having provider incapability’s and those who have been displaced or living on our city streets living in hunger. We, at LGNDVRY wanted to provide a full fall solstice meal to at least 150 families. Personally, I don’t and haven’t in the past handful of years really enjoyed this national holiday, for the history and meaning behind it. I am Native, this holiday isn’t one, for me, to sit around a table, give joyous stories or thankful nodes and feast on a plate full of food. While I am the only awaken’ed being in my family, it is hard for me to recognize or celebrate during this November month. The turkeys placed at grocery check out stands, to cranberry dressing, yams and fucking pumpkin …

Friendships and a Partae.

  Saturday November 5th. Counting blessings by the day and life could not be more of a motivation for me to live, live this life that is utterly unpredictable and beautiful in every way. Just follow the path Jacquie, it has been more then generous and it only gets better.  – J Yo Today one of best of friends came into town to visit with family and to celebrate her birth-Tae. Although work called me upon me at the rise of the sun, I made sure that this eve was all hers. It has been exactly one year since I last seen her. The city of angels last blessed our meeting and this year our hometown welcomed her presence with open arms. It has been heavily on my mind exactly what does a true friendship look and feel like. As I have grown older I have become very aware, almost too aware, of the people I choose to keep in my life and whom I choose to move to a different life station. Don’t get …

His Face

I call him Buggy Birthed beautifully in the middle of November A boy with big brown eyes Batting his long lashes, blushing with pride He is bigger now, just about to turn four Bouncing around buoyantly The kid is never a bore Building blocks and robots Overflow in his toy box But remember, bath time without bubbles You will be in for brief rumble Bursting with laughter The busy-body Bugs bolts to his bed To read a book, while Mommie rubs his head Bundled in his favorite blanket, he closes his eyes Buggy is now tucked in, beloved, goodnight.    

My Makeshift Desk

This makeshift desk of mine has everything I need to be successful. The writer that lives inside of me embarks daily on the task of refreshing its mind to new stories, ideas, research, what if’s and the why not’s. The books that surround me are that of classics, historical books on just about every country and culture. Fiction and non fiction writing, lists of autobiographies, references books galore along with my adorned religious scriptures. There are pictures facing my direction with eyes that inspire me to be the best at my craft.

The Revamp-Live Journal

I am not my past nor does it make a difference in my present… In order for me to grow to new heights I am always challenge myself to do more or something different to learn and flourish. I started this site to share my life and I haven’t done so. I have been too afraid to share everything I have been going through… I deleted my last two posts because it was not fair to share those entries without explaining. So I have pledged to revamp this site as my live journal…and more. For years I have kept a journal writing down day to day experiences and now I shall share them here. Vulnerable, aggressive, passionate, emotional, honest, travel, music, authorship, vulgar at times and some explicit entries…this is what you should expect.

I Write…

  I write what others tend to suppress in their thoughts. I say the things you wish you could. No fear do I have for the things that I will say. I write truth, sex filled fictional stories, personal bliss and the journeys’ of my past and present. I am an observer, an emotion agent, a linguistic major, a mind that never sleeps. My thoughts are given freedom with the touch of my fingertips to computer or pen to pad. I express my love, hate, aggressive and progressive nature through my writing. I accept all the things that are given to me through human contact and interaction. I take in what I see instead of overlooking things like most people do. I imagine stories of what if’s and why not’s. I can write a script with a hundred scenarios, all of them with different conflicts and endings. This is my calling, my therapy, my self freedom, satisfaction and sometimes distraction, an architect of words building a verbal high-rise, a gardener planting the seeds of emotions …