The lock locked.
The tie straightened.
The button buttoned.
The tear fell.
The heart pumped.
The pen signed.
The accepted challenge read,
If it would save someone’s life later, could you walk away, indefinitely, so it would?
If you could, would you have the wherewithal to usher in its unplotted course?
What is an anchor?
Anchors are strong.
Anchors provide support.
Anchors hold vessels in place.
Anchors deliver content to the public.
Anchors can also prevent you from moving when you need to move.
Anchors can become a hindrance.
Anchors left unsecured can cause you to unexpectantly drift off course.
Anchors reliant on others can distort the truth.
Anchors exert power in a team sport.
Anchors attract consumers in a retail structure.
Anchors are fixed similar to true North.
Placing the anchor in the wrong position can cost you the race.
Placing an anchor in quicksand can sink the ship.
What is my point?
For every use, there is a consequence for improper positioning.
You can have all the support, all the talent, and all the wherewithal in the world.
Yet, if you use an anchor out of position, you will sink instead of swim.
You do not place detergent in the water after all the dishes have been washed.
You do not paint the wall after all the pictures have been hung.
You do not prepare for the job after the candidates have been selected.
So often we hear people say, “I was in the right place at the right time”.
Conversely, they might say, “I was in the wrong place at the wrong time”.
In both of these statements, they were in a position to receive some obscure action or value.
Before I wrote my first sentence, I had to learn my first word.
Before I learned my first word, I had to be taught my alphabets.
Before I was taught my first alphabet, I had to learn how to talk.
Every development had an equally important precursor.
Without the first, there can be no latter.
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The dissection of wisdom.
Like most things in life, the first line is not the last line, except, maybe in poetry. {Inward smile}
Case in point: the dissection of wisdom
Pray for wisdom & our Father in heaven will give it to you.
True, he is faithful & his promises are true.
Yet, what is silently hidden in the prayer is the required response.
Wisdom comes through overcoming the insurmountable.
Wisdom comes through facing adversity with limited resources.
Wisdom comes through losing the one you love, to find, the one you need.
Wisdom like winning an Olympic medal is not easy. It requires dedication, sacrifice, conditioning, vision, and follow-through against all odds.
So pray for wisdom, but understand the prayer is the opening line of your favorite book.
Achieving wisdom comes through how you write the story.
The dissection of wisdom.
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Relationships are like nuts and bolts.
Over screwing the bolt could strip the grooves beyond repair.
Use the wrong size nut and it will not fit.
Your use of force will make or break your relationship.
There are many degrees of force.
Emotional force.
Kinetic force.
Mental force.
Physical force.
Physiological force.
Silent force.
Levels and types of force are akin to the air we breathe.
If someone hands you a 5/16 bolt do not place a ¾ nut on it.
In turn, use the socket wrench when the increased power from a handheld drill, would warp the bolt.
The things meant to us may require work, but they rarely require force.
The definition of force indicates an exertion of power greater than required to achieve the desired goal.
Find the 5/16 nut in the basket of ¾ nuts and find your true pairing.
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Sometimes you have to rewire your life to figure out where the short is.
I am becoming a skilled electrician.
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As people of Faith, we occasionally endure situations or people unnecessarily. I surmise we confuse longsuffering with the power of faith.
Jesus experienced longsuffering as he prepared the disciples to carry on his God News Message.
Yet, he cursed the stubborn fig tree refusing to bear fruit and suffered no more.
In both cases, neither were ready to produce. Neither had reached the time for return on investment.
Yet, the disciples were allowed to continue on so the message would be carried forth. The fig tree writhed up and died never to birth another fig.
Sometimes we have to condition our mind to understand some situations and some people unwilling to move must be left, because even though it is not their time, it is our time.
That’s why many are called, but few are chosen.
My experience shows the chosen rely mostly on Faith and less on timing.
Faith in understanding being called has more to do with being willing than being ready.
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I have not done one in this series for some time. Not sure if it is a matter of I have not needed to or I have not wanted to. In any respect, it does not really matter. The point is I have a confession. Not a deep dark confession, just a confession about something a friend and I have been conversing about of late.
The year is 2016. It has been a great year. I continue to reaffirm who I am with each new challenge, I find an opportunity.
Overall, I do not have many complaints. But then again, even in my darkest of hours, I rarely did.
Life is too short to spend it doing anything you do not want to do, unless, you have to do it in order to get where you want or need to be.
This particular mindset I began to harness a few years back has really supported my steps throughout 2016. I am eternally grateful for anyone and everyone who created or presented a situation where I had to challenge, defend, and sustain my personal identity of self.
With that being said, I recently entered the dating scene. Which brings me to the reason for this confession moment. I had two serious relationships in my life. Combined they span across two decades of my said life. I am not proud or ashamed of this fact. It is just a factual part of my history.
Others I have met have not been able to wrangle a few years into a single relationship, let alone a decade or two. This is not a slight or a commendation. It is just a factual part of their history.
Neither of us has a right to place judgment on the other’s choices. We do not know the other players (most of the time). We do not know what glued or severed the ties even when one of us expresses our side of our perspective lives. We just do not know, because in some cases our perspective is only as good as our knowledge on the matter {food for thought}.
But, we carry on in search of “the one” or in some cases “the ones”. Real talk, I have seen far more than I ever expected and lived far more than a part of me every wanted. And, I have enjoyed it all.
Yet, there is a trend happening in the dating arena of 2016 that is truly blowing my mind. It is not the swapping of partners like we swap out dirty or wet socks. It is not the randomness of connectivity so many of choose to settle for in place of permanence. It is not the increase of sexually transmitted diseases for those in my age range at an alarming if not terrifying rate. If I am honest and reflectively look at history, none of these are new trends. In fact, they are a continuation of the old guard.
In fact, it is probably the number one reason so many couples actually settle or convince themselves the current one is the right one.
But a particular trend goes against my basic understanding of couplings of two individuals into one partnership. The station in-and-of-itself is not a station to be ashamed of. All of us at one time in our life have been there. But being there before instead of while during a relationship raises some serious questions about one’s priorities in life.
The station is unemployment or as the true wordsmith would say, “between jobs”. The result is the same. The station creates a situation where basic survival comes into question often, especially, in our moments of silence.. To be honest, for some of us on the other side of the line, it still comes into question every time we sit down to pay bills. But, my point is I am all for seeking joy, finding purpose, being open to whatever, or just looking for companionship. One should not be alone, unless, one chooses to be. However, being unemployed without any real source of income automatically raises the red flag.
Relationships require commitment. It is not always easy even when it is easy to let someone in or figuring someone out. For most of us, no matter how over it is with the last or how new it is to the next, we have been changed simply by the experience of someone else in our lives. I know I have.
Besides, all the emotions one experiences during a new relationship, imagine the compounding nature of such emotions with those one feels during the station of unemployment. Self-worth comes into question. Position in comparison to friends is present. The ability to provide for one’s children or family is also there. And, these are just a few of the soft internal battles hanging out in the station of unemployment.
Personally, if you do not have self together, why on Earth would you seek to bring someone else in on all that turmoil, anguish, and moments of desperation.
It is not just a matter of keeping it 100%. It is a matter of being 100%.
{Exhales}
EYHCS
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Sometimes, I feel like the message, “You’re coming out” should be retired under Juneteenth.
In Texas, we celebrate a holiday of being made aware even as we sat in chains we had been pronounced free almost two years prior.
Really, it’s like being imprisoned, watching the guard unlock the cell doors, announce your freedom, hand you – your release papers, and you turning over and going back to sleep.
In life, we are already out, but it’s easier to complain than to be held accountable for producing. I cannot be called out of a prison that no longer exists, unless I lock the cell door on myself. And, that’s not captivity. That’s self-imprisonment.
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I did not learn, because I took the offered advice.
Sure, I listened.
I might have even been seen taking a few notes.
Yet, the learning came from living and not just listening.
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If you are constantly living off past accomplishments, you are not living, at all.
In fact, you have created a living shrine and shrines are for the dead.
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Humans are funny creatures.
It is harder for us to admit our wrongs than to acknowledge there was wrongdoing.
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Year one of my blog I attempted to write daily. I was more successful at times than others.
Year two I actually managed to write almost daily for a large part of the year.
Year three, I realized, I could not make the same commitment as other bloggers and set out to post at least once a month.
Last month was the first month I missed my mark. I didn’t stop writing, I just stopped posting. I go through these periods where I want to hold on to the drops of knowledge streaming from my mine. Eventually, I release them, once I feel they have germinated long enough to sprout and bloom.
I enjoy writing. I enjoy your comments and likes I think more than I realized I would. Sometimes, we have to hold onto ourselves a little longer so we remain whole, especially, as artists.
Artists create from experience.
Artists divulge secret thoughts in their artistry.
Artists are transparently exposed to the elements of the audiences’ minds, preconceptions, and suppositions.
Some of these elements are true and others not so much.
What prompts me to write today is a need to release in a form I have come to find solace.
My writing rejuvenates my soul.
I know people are hurting today by yet another demonstration of targeted misplaced hatred.
I recognize many are searching for answers and for some those answers will never come.
I appreciate the pause the nation, if not the world, has taken to grieve the senseless loss of life.
I mourn the slain.
I pray for their families, their friends, their love ones, and the love ones they will never have.
The tragedy is tragic.
The incident deserves space in our hearts, in our minds, in our thoughts, and yes, in our conversations.
My issue is not with the events.
My issue is with the reaction.
And, for some it may seem callous.
I confess, I questioned myself.
I wondered if living in this world has desensitized me in ways I do not understand.
I wondered if my anger at what I can only classify as debilitating thinking is right.
Am I wrong for cringing when I hear a person say “they no longer feel safe”?
It is extremely difficult to stomach, when it comes from a person of faith.
What is this weird concept of safety? We are only as safe as the intentions and dedication of someone else to harm us or themselves. Of course, there are things we can do to mitigate the threats to our safety, but living means we all live with a certain level of uncertainty. It’s called life. We seem to love creating boogeymen so we have a reason to raise our voices and be heard. Or close our doors and not be seen. Pick your prison!
“I’m screaming inside, because it would be impolite and disruptive to do so on the outside, “Hello, who do we put our trust in?” “What world do you live in?” “How can you proclaim power and cower every time darkness breaches the ‘Circle of Life”?”
As a writer, words build bridges.
As a writer, words tear down walls.
As a writer, words lift up dreams.
As a writer, words silence nightmares.
As a writer, words speak for the mute.
As a writer, words invoke change.
As a writer, words are eternally hopeful.
I guess what I’m saying is the situation in Orlando, in our nation, in our universe can breathe darkness in the shallowly places of our lands. In these times, we often lament about the incident long enough to allow time to pass before the next great tragedy. I am not here to take away someone else’s method of coping. If this is how one needs to cope, cope on.
I simply find myself frustrated with the lack of depth of our arguments, of our comments, or our display of power the size of a toothpick in an EF5 tornado.
Deeply Sadden and Frustrated,
EYHCS
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I might hit my head up against a brick wall once, so I can experience the sensation. However, doing it twice is like going back into the fire after narrowingly escaping the flames the first time.
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