remember me as a good thing…

This week as already proven to be challenging, one of my good friends lost his mom, Val lost Nick, the East Coast even lost its balance for a few minutes during an earthquake.  See…challenging.  While most morphed into their roles as undercover prophets and preachers, bellowing for those to get right with God, others chose to joke (s/o to my Twitter timeline) or curse the church a bit and question why the so-called “prophets” didn’t predict the earth doing a quick shimmy.  Really people?  I could get all deep and say that also God used an earthquake to set Paul and Silas free from their bondage, go preach on that. But I digress. :-)

True to form, when the quake happened people panicked and wanted to be near those they love most.  What if this was the end?  Will this be how I die? Is this pasta salad my last meal?  Seriously, am I going to die single?   C’mon!  All kinds of things come to mind in those moments of panic.  But the shaking stopped, and we’re still here.  Shaken but here.  But my friend’s mom is still gone and so is Nick.  Life and death still stay on course and we have to move forward.  For those of us who remain, the need to live better, take risks, love harder become so real.  You remember that life is short and you want to race to pack in your bucket list and more into the quickly moving seconds of the day.  I get it, trust.  I too was ready to run a marathon, sail around the world, cure cancer, bring world peace within those few minutes of the earth break dancing. I didn’t want to leave it all like this, seemingly unfinished.

No one wants to leave this earth without being remembered as “good”.  Even the most vile offender doesn’t want you to hold their wrong against them.  They want to be remembered as that good son or daughter, father, mother or friend.  This week as I stand ready to help my friend say good-bye to his mom, I can’t help to think of how he will remember her in the days to come.  Will he have good memories of love and laughter?  Will he remember her as a good thing?

Sigh…

Nick Ashford…I’ve had the pleasure seeing the amazing duo of Ashford and Simpson perform a few times, still able to move a crowd with their classic melodies. They’ve penned the most amazing songs ever placed in our life’s soundtrack.  Truly gifted and prolific writers, they were able to write about the passion and longevity of lasting love and how to make this world a better place.  What an amazing gift!  What a tremendous loss.   As Val says her last good-bye to Nick I know the words they wrote will resonate in her soul.  I pray that good memories will comfort her in those quiet times. I pray the same for my friend and his family.  Lastly I pray that we will do our best  live life in such a way, that we too will be remembered as a good thing. 

Rest in Peace Henrietta and Nick.  Angels carry you home.

 

Remember me as a sunny day
That you once had, along the way
Didn’t I inspire you a little higher
Remember me as a funny clown
That made you laugh when you were down
Remember me as a big balloon
At a carnaval that ended too soon
Remember me as a breath of spring
Remember me as a good thing

the only thing missing is my ipad…

Oh THEE way I would love this…

I LOVE THURSDAYS!

I love Thursdays!  It’s like bacon – always freakin’ good!   With that said I dedicate today’s thoughts to something as beautiful and satisfying as a pair of wonderful shoes…FOOD!  Hope you see some of your faves in the mix.  S/O to Phood, my source for the mouth watering photogs!  Muah!



HUNGRY YET?

beautiful surprise…

Life is full of surprises. Just when you have settled into the routine of your life, work, family, friends, love, no love, something pops up and shakes your existence to the core. All that you thought you knew, understood, almost vanish with the sudden, unexpected promise of surprise. I love surprises. Well at least I believe I do. I haven’t had many so let me retract that statement, I think I love surprises. I often watch episodes of Oprah when she surprises her guest with her favorite thing or their favorite celebrity and I find myself crying happy tears, wanting to be surprised too.

So in walks You, coming from the darkened shadows as if You’ve been waiting in the wings for Your cue to enter stage right. Literally snatched from a page in my past , You were my first love, my first kiss. Fast forward to the present and we’re like Sanaa and Taye in a scene from Brown Sugar. Standard old friend greetings and how you beens turn into weaved fingers under tables … somehow we still fit. I try not to take You seriously thinking that You are just still a nice guy and that I didn’t feel the spark when our hands touched, but I did. You return to my table reminding me of our past, flashing that smile and I’m warm. Still not wanting to acknowledge the sparks felt, I promise to keep in touch only for You to return again and take a seat and take my hand. This time more than sparks, we both feel the intensity of them as we gaze at each other. Honestly, time stands still as the world seem to be on hyper speed, it’s just us. Our goodbye is a kiss on the cheek that lingers and words whispered. To be continued…

Surprises are great when they lead to roads wonderful and exciting. Feeling almost like Christmas unwrapping gifts, hoping that you get what you want, your heart’s desire, SURPRISE! Your heart beats uncontrollably as you look around to see if you’ve been “punked”, relieved when Ashton doesn’t come from behind the bushes. Settling in to see what all this means, you relax and enjoy the euphoria of the moment, holding tight to never let it end. Embracing the possibility of discovering more as time progresses … and it all started with a beautiful surprise.

when giants fall…

If you want to know
Where I’m going?
Where I’m going, soon

If anybody ask you
Where I’m going
Where I’m going soon

I’m goin’ up yonder
I’m goin’ up yonder
I’m goin’ up yonder
To be with my Lord

I can take the pain
The heartaches they bring
The comfort in knowing
I’ll soon be gone

As God gives me grace
I’ll run this race
Until I see my Savior
Face to face

I’m goin’ up yonder
I’m goin’ up yonder
I’m goin’ up yonder
To be with my Lord

We bow in humble submission to our Lord and His sovereign will…see you when we get there! Rest in Peace Bishop Hawkins…you’ll never be forgotten.

last time i kissed you…

the last time I kissed you
your eyes were open
did you say goodbye and I forgot to leave?
when did you stop loving me?
was it one morning while I brushed my teeth?
did you decide that I didn’t brush long enough?
my smile not bright enough to hold your gaze anymore?
when did you pull your heart away from mine?
was my back turned at the time?
when did you press rewind?
it’s like you don’t remember meeting me
like our story was never written
like we never existed
you made me notice you
I gave in willingly
walked on your promises strewn at my feet like rose petals
I trusted in your care
who you are now is not the person I knew then
so far from whom I gave my body and soul
had I known that would be our last kiss I would have lingered
reminding your mouth with mine of vows unspoken and love declared
I would have held you to my breasts longer so you could hear our heartsong play
I would have done anything to prove to you that we work, we still fit
we don’t kiss anymore
I miss your mouth
I wonder if you ever miss mine
last we kissed
this time my eyes were open
perfunctory, your lips brushed my cheek
I searched for you in your gaze but you’re already gone
your hand no longer in my grasp
the disconnect apparent in your walk
your stride has changed because I’m missing from your side
I’m missing from your inside
I feel the void deeper than you’ll ever know
the hole you left hurts like hell
it’s hard to breathe
you were my air
no longer left breathless by passion of our last kiss
I’m just left breathless
standing here
watching you leave again
my empty hands holding the piece of me you’ve returned
thought I needed you so I could live
my mistake
the truth is what I need is in me
so you can go
I’ll be fine
my tears will dry
my heart will mend
trust that my show will go on
excuse me while I take my bow, exit stage right and live
could someone play my theme music please…”I’m a survivor, I’m gonna make it…”
Standing ovation

©2010 idreamagreenworldworks

awakening

So just as sure as bears hibernate in the winter, I swear everything in me has been in a deep, unyielding sleep. I haven’t even written anything that wasn’t requested since October. Any ideas I’ve had have been hiding out in my brain in the file marked “don’t bother me”. I’ve been unable to read a book, clean my room, finish a project, absolutely nothing. Clearly not my usual style but at this point it feels normal. No bueno! Don’t get me wrong, I’m still interested in all things creative but lately when I see things that should put a spark in my soul, it quickly fizzles. Womp! Womp! All except for shoes. WHAT IS THAT ABOUT? With all certainty my obsession for shoes is steadfast. My heart races at the mere thought of a new pair and my eyes search endless magazines and websites to satisfy my shoe craving. Now if I could concentrate that energy back in to other things, I would be a rockstar but alas, here I am, sleepy.

Spring, the time where the buds planted in autumn awaken to fresh bloom. Coloring the world with promise of newness…inhale…exhale…ahhhhh! I love spring! My mind usually comes alive with all the beautiful color palettes of the season and I formulate how I can make them all work in one way or another in my wardrobe. I feel more creative and ready to tackle a project. And like clockwork, as soon as a picture perfect day appeared, all the alarms went off in my brain and suddenly I felt like spring. I felt like working on something, anything, and everything. I felt like I could write a masterpiece, run a marathon, come up with the next big thing but then the next day, it rained and I was sleepy all over again. YAWN!

What to do? Well I have to wake up. (insert the final scene of School Daze here) Spring or no spring, I have to move. I have to shake myself awake from this drunken stupor and get a move on. Time is flying by and I’m standing still – sleeping. To begin my “awakening” I took a trip to my local bookstore and walked around to get inspired and it worked. I have a list of books that need my immediate attention in order for me to stay awake and move forward. I’ve exhausted myself helping plant in others’ gardens. I’ve helped prune, water and watched them blossom but now it’s time to tend to my yard. Gotta be like my mama and get my hands dirty and turn over my own hard ground. I gotta plant some new seeds of faith in my own intellect, my own talents and abilities. Time to invest some overdue energy in me. Time to go and grow. Time to laugh and dance. Time to play in the sunshine. Time to think and create. It’s just time. I’ve slept on myself long enough. Wake up Elana! Wake up!

going home…

Today at work I had a conversation with a good friend who is from D.R.. Since we met, he has always said that he wanted to go back home. That conversation began about 5-6 years ago, normally at a point of frustration. Now add a wife and a son, responsibilities of being the head of the house, commuting from the “burbs”, mundane job, and it can make you wish for a great escape. Who doesn’t long to escape from the everyday to pursue lost dreams, start over or change paths? With times being what they are, it seems the harder you work, the less you have to show for it? My friend spoke of how the vibe at home country is laid back and mellow, no one is in a rush to get nowhere. Nowhere…wow.. We hustle and rush all day, we can’t afford to stop. If you stop, you’ll starve and the price of a Mickey D’s value meal is getting outta hand. So you keep moving, grinding through the day, waiting for Mr. Slate to blow the whistle so you can slide down the dinosaur and go home only to do it all over again. Sound about right? More than ever I felt my friend’s frustration and anxiousness to pack up his family and bounce. If he could, he would leave tomorrow. Somedays I wish I could do the same. Seriously, if I packed up and went home to S.C., I would end up a Wal-Mart greeter or a Denny’s hostess. If I’m honest, it seems as if my dreams can’t get past the curb and working day to day doesn’t make me happy either. Being creative doesn’t readily or steadily pay bills other wise I would quit my day job tomorrow. I don’t have rich grandparents, my family isn’t from some tropical island I can move to and start over. My best friend said the best she could do is move in with her mom at the nursing home. Could you imagine?

Everyday I try to make this make sense. Trying not to get sad at almost being 40 and not feeling fulfilled all the time. Trying not to concentrate too much on my Singleness in the City, that’s another topic. Wanting to make the most of whatever THIS is, the day to day train ride, DD iced mocha latte, Macy’s lunch time stroll with my pal, Monie, 5:15 quitting time. Sigh.

I don’t want to just go home, I want to make a home. I just I want to feel as if my place in the madness matters. That one day working hard will count for more than a nice pair of shoes and lunch with a knife and fork. My friend and his family are seriously contemplating getting on a plane and going home to stay and I believe that they would be truly happy and I would miss them madly. As for me, for now, I’ll just get on the C train and dream and I pray that I won’t be in a rush going nowhere but will finally feel like I’m going somewhere. Most of all at the end of day, I’ll really be happy to be going home.

We’ll see what the day brings…

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