I stumbled across this picture a few weeks ago and figured this is exactly what we needed to make it through the day.
Here’s another poem I studied in High School. This week I noticed the early signs of Spring so what better way to welcome the new season than with a poem about flowers? Enjoy!
A Contemplation upon Flowers by: Henry King
Brave flowers that I could gallant it like you,
And be as little vain!
You come abroad, and make a harmless show,
And to your beds of earth again.
You are not proud: you know your birth:
For your embroider’d garments are from earth.
You do obey your months and times, but I
Would have it ever Spring:
My fate would know no Winter, never die,
Nor think of such a thing.
O that I could my bed of earth but view
And smile, and look as cheerfully as you!
O teach me to see Death and not to fear,
But rather to take truce!
How often have I seen you at a bier,
And there look fresh and spruce!
You fragrant flowers! then teach me, that my breath
Like yours may sweeten and perfume my death.
I’m in looove with this blog. Here’s a story for women walking alone and some self defense info
This is a story from about a year ago, which is when I had just moved into the last house I lived in. It was a few blocks away from the mister’s house (which is where I live now). It was also around the same time I started working at this hell hole of an office. In fact, it may have been the first month of my new found love for western formals and high heels.
I was working late that night, so it was 10:30 by the time I got home. I had no energy to cook, so the mister offered to save some food for me. I was to call him when I reached home, and he would bring it to me while he walked his dog. Yes, he’s sweet like that.
Since it was late, I had to park a little far from home, in a dimly lit corner next to a park. I would normally…
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This week’s theme was Imagination. The thought process behind this doodle is that we live in a world full of hate, war and inequality. Sad to say, it doesnt look like these things will end anytime soon… so they are a part of our imagination.
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Did this poem in high school. It’s one of my favourites!
My mother loved my father
I write this as an absolute
in this my thirtieth year
the year to discard absolutes
he appeared, her fate disguised,
as a sunday player in a cricket match,
he had ridden from a country
one hundred miles south of hers.
She tells me he dressed the part,
visiting dandy, maroon blazer,
cream serge pants, seam like razor
and the beret and the two-tone shoes.
My father stopped to speak to her sister,
till he looked and saw her by the oleander,
sure in the kingdom of my blue-eyed grandmother.
He never played the cricket match that day.
He wooed her with words and he won her.
He had nothing but words to woo her,
on a visit to distant Kingston he wrote,
“I stood on the corner of King Street and looked,
and not one woman in that town was lovely as you.”
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Last week I was introduced to the site Canva so I’ve been clicking around and making posters for work. It’s kinda fun so I recommend you try it. Not everything on there is free but it’s total something worth checking out. I made this poster using the site! These words of wisdom aren’t mine though. I just found them online.
The word of the day was Sophisticated.
It took me a while to come up with a doodle idea then it hit me. Workplaces can’t handle the increase in the number of naturalistas. There is a debate as to what natural hairstyles are appropriate for the office. Here’s what I say. My hair is not straight, it doesnt lay flat and I’m not always going to want to have my hair in twists or canerows/cornrows. Sometimes the wild, I-just-rolled-out-of-bed look is exactly what I’m going for. That doesn’t mean I’m not work ready. My hair and the hair of other black women like myself is just a talented ball of coils. You can’t compare my grooming practices with those of someone with relaxed hair or a different texture of hair. My hair is SOPHISTICATED.
Every semester I go through the same thing. It might be in a different order but the symptoms are always the same.
I dream of a delicious Jamaican dish and wake up knawing on my pillow. Then I fight back tears as I realise my pillow is NOT jerked chicken
My dreams are set in Jamaica. Some times my school has the heater turned up too high and I start to sweat in my sleep. Somehow my mind interprets this to mean that I must be back home. Then I wake up, pull back my curtains and see snow on the ground. Definitely NOT in Jamaica.
I get cravings. I can smell, see and feel the foods of Yaad without actually tasting them. My cravings range from any thing Jerked, to any pork preparation method to the boasy on a budget “Dutty Gyal and Rice” (tin mackrel and rice) to the national dish Ackee and Saltfish. Most of which I don’t have the ingredients to make like my mommy does :(.
The things I miss about home are too long to list. Thankfully I have a great support system of family and friends who keep me in the know on the goings on and beauty of my country.
This week my friend Nicholi visited the parish of Portland and took some fabulous pictures. It would be cruel of me not to share with you guys!
Enough blabbing, enjoy the beauty of Jamaica!
Now I don’t know about you, but this week can’t end fast enough. I’m ready for Spring Break but my teachers all had one more trick up their sleeves- Mid Terms :(. So as I drag myself to study for my Speech Science Midterm I turn to music for a little motivation. This is one of my go to songs when I just feel like saying to hell with it all and going to bed.
Welcome Mr. Lover! Isn’t he cute
I took this weekend to think of a post feature. I mentioned before that I was stuck between music or a quote or writing a poem. Well I decided to do them all. My friend and I always say “let’s just skip Thursday” because it’s just a day that gets in the way of Friday. I’ll use “What You Need Thursdays” to post any and everything as a bit of encouragement. We can’t skip Thursday but I’m going to try and make it a little more bearable. That and aside from Friday, it’s my lightest day so I’ll have no excuse for forgetting to post (somehow I don’t think that will stop me but we’ll see).
See you on Thursday 🙂
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