Beauty Day

This passed Saturday I invited a number of ladies over my house to participate in a Beauty Day. This was a day for women to get away from their day-to-day tasks of being mother, wife, or lover to someone. It was an opportunity for them to pamper themselves and be the beautiful women they are without the distractions.



We all had such a great time. I do plan on doing this again. Who doesn't want to feel beautiful?


You may write me down in history 
With your bitter, twisted lies, 
You may trod me in the very dirt 
But still, like dust, I'll rise. 

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells pumping in my living room. 

Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, 
Just like hopes springing high, 
Still I'll rise. 

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops. 
Weakened by my soulful cries. 

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don't you take it awful hard 
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines 
Diggin' in my own back yard. 

You may shoot me with your words, 
You may cut me with your eyes, 
You may kill me with your hatefulness, 
But still, like air, I'll rise. 

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise 
That I dance like I've got diamonds 
At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history's shame 
I rise 
Up from a past that's rooted in pain 
I rise 

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, 
Welling and swelling 
I bear in the tide. 
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear 
I rise 

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear 
I rise 
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, 
I am the dream and the hope of the slave. 
I rise 
I rise
I rise. 

~ Still I Rise, Dr. Maya Angelou 

 Still a work in progress

Finally Happy

I just took a step back and looked at my life. I have finally realized something of great importance. I realized that I am no longer bitter. No more angry-black-woman-wanting-to-curse-out-the-world-for-the-shitty-hand-that-I've-been-dealt bitter. For the longest time I remember putting on this fake, happy facade but underneath it all, I was seething inside. I know everyone has a story and have been through storms and hard times. A lot of people don't know the things I have gone through and experienced. I wouldn't wish any of it on even my worse enemy. In all honesty, the script of my life doesn't matter because it has all led me to this moment.

So smile with me.

Still a work in progress

Jesus vs Religion

I want to send a very special person a "Thank You" for sharing this with me. It has uplifted my spirit this morning and put me in a good place.

via Dawn Lynn

Still a work in progress

Happy New Years

Its not only a new year but its also a new day. I am blessed for yesterday and today. I am happy to have brought in the new year with family and friends that I love oh so much.

Angel & I before be went to Bacana Brasil for New Years Eve Dinner



I am not one to really make New Year Resolutions but if I had to make one, all I would hope for is to do things as I have previously done but so much better. As the only guarantee in life is change, I just want to continually flow and move with the punches thrown my way. I want to have little, to no, bruises to show for the obstacles encountered; I would still love to have growth and strength to share with others.

Still a work in progress