Haiti

There are so many blogs and post and newspaper articles and broadcasts on the disaster that is Haiti right now that I decided to wait a bit before writing anything. And now that the wait is over, here I am. It was a sad day when I heard the news. There is an incredibly important person in my life whose family lives in Haiti and I was distressed by it all. Shock is a strange thing. Somehow the first few moments after hearing about it, I did not know how to react...I was almost...unaffected. Looking back I know that it was a kind of pain settling in for these are my people. And no it's not just becasue they are black - like me, or live on an island - like me, tried to make a life for themselves - like me. No. It stemmed from the fact that they are part of my race...the human race, and what affects my brother and sister creates an impact on me too.

So I offer up my thoughts and my prayers. To the sick and the dead and the dying.

If there's any good in this world I would think that those who left us will come back as sunshine...and every moment that a golden ray warms my heart I'll know...someone had to exit this plane of existence so that I would be warm...it's sad, but it's also a wonderful thing.

Way Too Long

I would like to say that life got in the way and I have not had the time to write this blog but the truth is, I would be lying. I got in the way. Sometimes we are so blinded by our daily existence that we refuse to see that there's bigger and better things out in the world for us to find. That happened to me and for the past eight months I have been living everyone's life but my own.

There is a saying that you have to be happy being YOU before you can concentrate on anyone else. So true is this word of wisdom and though I knew it all along, I concentrated on all the things that were not mine and focused my energy on making the world presentable. I moved things, organized small spaces, got rid of, added more, placed pictures on the walls of lives that I never should have been working on in the first place. You have to help yourself before you can even attempt to help others.

So here I am on this overcast day in January. The sky is an angry grey, my heart is pumping fiercely and my eyes can see the beauty within the coming storm - I am free again. Not from shackles or bars but free from the prison in my head where I placed myself. It was a hard road and the healing has only now begun but this is a start. Baby steps I say, I've never had a lot of patience but I am learning - time is a good teacher.

I've missed the rain and dancing in it, I've missed the feeling of so much potential building up that it scares you to the core, I've missed the smell of fear as I try to do something that is bigger than my dreams, but most of all I miss waking up knowing that I can be anything, do anything, achieve anything that I want to.

My life will no longer be defined by the meaningless drivel that just takes up space.

Heck no!

Because my life is a journey...and everyone else is just along for the ride.