Personal Writing

I recently wrote this piece for my English course class. I thought it would be nice to share some of my personal writing with you.

(Please share some of your thoughts about this piece...) 

       Usually when someone asks me "Who are you?" the first word that comes to mind is artist. I am artist, eccentric, colorful being emerging herself in her creative ability. Many people would envision watching a painter in a frenzy creating vivid interpretation of life. Yes, that is a layer of who I am but also someone entangled in the beauty of life, exploring the capabilities of its pleasures. Life is art. I am constantly evolving, stretching, and eliminating the limitations of one's expectation of what is art.

        Over the summer, I spent time thinking and reflecting on how to break barriers within myself. Many evenings I spent journaling, mediating, and reading; searching for new ways to explore my mental being. I made some new discoveries such I have issues with anxiety. Anxiety has been the source of under achievements. The fear and tension weighs so heavy on the heart at times it is unbearable to move forward. There has been many opportunities overlooked because the lack of confidence. This is something I really regret. Unraveling the ties of this discovery was not comfortable at all but helpful insight. It begins to shape my outlook on myself.

         One thing I accomplished this summer that I am proud of was emerging back into the local art scene. After many conversations with friends and mentors, I decided it was time to face this fear of mines. An opportunity arose out of nowhere. The event was a live painting session at festival called Naturally Fly Detroit, dedicated to women of color with natural (non chemically straighten, i.e. curly) hair. I agreed to "perform" at time event. Sweaty hand palms, beads of sweat on my forehead and trembling, I went in thinking to myself, "How can do this?... Would they even like my artwork?"

     While I painted quietly to myself, many participators admire the painting in progress. They asked questions about training, inspiration, and contact information. I was completely shocked! If I had let my fear dominated over me, I would have missed this lesson of life. There would not be progress to follow. Life's paint brush would be dry and my canvass would be empty. Now when people ask me what is my favorite piece of art? I respond that is a work in progress, my evolvement as a growing young woman, shaping and molding of myself. Yes, indeed I am artist and art.



Domestic Caziah

Did you know I can cook?

No, seriously I can really cook..

                                           See...  I told ya!

Playing in the Yard..

Waves,


Just some snap shots of myself playing with camera..

                          

Can You Say Busy Bee?

Oh my goodness. I wrote a blog about the African World Festival but somehow it disappeared.

Oh well..

I decided to re-draft the entry.

A vendor has a nice selection of books and novels.

*Testing the video application on Blogger, so please forgive me if the quality isn't the sharpest.*

Last week I attended several different concerts.

Tuesday: Java Jazz at the Main Library... The concert feature Karriem Riggins and company. The musicians combined a rich blend of classic sounds with hints of hip hop and funk.

Here's a link to Karriem's website...

Friday: I headed over to the Chrome Lounge to rock out to the sound of The George Brothers. George Brothers played a mixture of blues, soul and rock.

Check out the link below..

Rockin' Detroit Blues Brothers

Saturday: Rocking and winding at the African World Festival. I could not express how excited was to hear some reggae, eat plantains, and see tons of my fabulous friends.

View the link to see a lot the performers at the event..

Detroit AWF

Sunday: Finally, a dream of mines came true..to meet Dwele in flesh.

 After winding, practicing on my

punta skills as well...

 I knew that I could not attend another concert this week.

However after viewing online that Rachell Ferell and Dwele would appear at the African World Festival. *screams*

I had to muster up some energy.

(There also was another band performing called Universal Expression. .)

Of course it was worth every ache in my bones...

Here are some moments capture by my little camera:

Curried Goat, Rice and Beans, Cabbage from the Caribbean Kitchen



I didn't mean to take this photo but it made a cool effect....




Friends and I




The Universal Expression Concert

Universal Expression



Hart Plaza

Books!

The Fountain on Phillip Hart Plaza

Earrings

Art in the gallery in Underground Cafe

School Dayz

I begin class in two days!

Calm The Chatter My Friend

Over the last few days, I have been able to sit still and think.

This experience has been uncomfortable. 

I have explored why would I have such rush emotions around being still.

After a few days of committing to a morning mediation,

I realized I was scared.

In that moment,
I felt overwhelmed and nervous to sit with my own private thoughts.
Usually when I am scared or feel anxious, I do what most women do first.

I called my best friend.

*Chuckles*

If she doesn't answers the phone,  I will call two more friends.

*chuckles harder*

If no one answers their phone I realize that God wants me to work on this alone.

*It's rule I designed to reason with myself*

Since no one answered the phone,

I sat in my room quietly,

cried softly,

*which is a rare thing for me to do, I do not live up to my water bearer sign much*

letting my thoughts flow

through me..

Allowing myself to feel every emotion

What I have came to realize that much of the anxiety is surround FEAR..

failing..

 not accomplishing goals

or

 simply giving up on myself...

I decided to work through my anxiety.

This will not be a easy process but I want to make positive choices.

I am beginning to find more material to read to enhance my confidence,

blogging/writing is a obviously becoming a outlet,

 and

 sitting still will definitely be a part of my daily routine.

As for parting words for this entry, tell me how have you overcome your fear?

I really do want to hear some feedback from you.

*Here's a link I found on Facebook via friend about mediation*

Calming the Chatter in the Mind

Also one of these days I will be able to do this position

Daydreamin'

"I wish daydreams would manifest into reality"

my last status on Twitter...

A moment late,
 I remember dreams do manifest into reality

If I take a look on my life
and
the things that I have envision

everything good or even bad has come to pass

I can even reflected on my previous entry on my dream goal list

I was able to accomplish many small and BIG goals

*moving to Atlanta, attending Chrisette Michele concert, growing more health conscious*

Chuckles

The power of dreams are divine

and

REAL
Maybe dreams are a link to the intuition
so..

I suppose we need to listen to our intuition more often

for it is
God's whisper to our souls.

Peace

and

Keep dreaming!

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Saturday Afternoon Blues

Today has been a rough day for me..mentally.

I have been doing some SERIOUS thinking about myself and considering the question we all ask ourselves:

Who am I?

I do know some pieces of me, like that I am:

an artist

a daughter

a sister



a friend

a goof ball

Perhaps I do know a lot pieces of me..

and those pieces make me into a amazing person..

 

My Lazy Summer Blog - Part lll Chicago, Cooking Classes, Mackanic Island

Black Girl Long Hair Chicago Natural Hair Meet Up and Cheesecake Factory!

Cooking Classes 

Mackanic Island Part 2

On the Pier

The dock of Mackinac Island

Fudge

Smoke Fish House

I met SuperWoman at Mackinac Island.. I asked her to fly and this is in mid-flight!