Ziggy's Friday Forethought 5: Sunspiration.

I had another post in mind, but as soon as I started, the sun came back out and I literally felt my energy level shoot through the roof. So, I learned something else about myself today: the sun serves as my inspiration!

Allow me to explain. I love all seasons, but we all know that fall is my all-time favorite. I started noticing that when it started to get colder and darker, not only did my body shrink (as does everyone else's--it's science!), but so did my motivation to do anything worthwhile. Not a depression thing, but I just couldn't get inspired to write any poetry, or write anything for that matter. My mind was just collecting dust. My blog suffered as well, I couldn't find anything to post; and when I did, by the time I reached my PC the thrill was gone. I chalked it up as another loss and tried again, only to meet the same fate. I thought something was wrong with me.

But then...

All this beautiful weather comes about, and now I'm filled with lines, stanzas, music, blogs...EVERYTHING! It's funny how we as human beings tend to take "little" things for granted. You never really know how much something like the weather will affect you. If you check the news, suicide and clinical depression rates rise during the winter months. Surprising? Not to me. It's dreary outside. Not motivational at all. The Sun serves as our energy source. It's like...chakra food. And a little note to my...um...not-so melanin challenged folks, but our ancestors literally thrived on the energy given off from the Big Star, so it's in our blood to be at our best during the times of the year where it's warm and full of light outside.

I'm going to test my theory on the weather, and I'd like you all to pay attention as well. My guess is that there will be some inflation within my blog posts come May-October, as those are the months when the weather warms up, gets hot and cools back down. I'm sure it'll happen; it's beautiful outside today and I'm already getting the itch to no longer be behing this desk. Looking at the outside from the inside on a day like this is pure torture. And, I'm challenging you guys to give it a shot as well. Having a crappy day? Just go sit outside, with no music to accompany you, and meditate. You'll be surprised at how clear your head will be after just a few minutes. Personally, I like to go out into my backyard, find a nice piece of grass (lmao. Meaning the grass on the ground) and just breathe. It feels great! Trust me. You'll like it.

I'm finally off! Gonna go and enjoy the last few hours of this awesome day.
The picture I posted makes me want to leave the country all over again. *sigh*
Be blessed, and enjoy your weekend!

(deuces.)

random day, random post.

Went to work today.
Pause.
Let me just say: work on a SATURDAY? Complete and utter madness.
Anyways, this post really isn't about much, so I'll keep the random to a minimum. Had to put a guy out of the library today (lmfao); he was watching porn on the public PCs. I mean, if you're entertained by watching a person/people do something you could be doing, but won't for some odd reason; rock off. (Ahem, Mr. Valentino? "Rock off"=" Do your thing", in my personal universe. (: ) But...keep in mind, you're in a public library, and the nosey children standing behind you are going to pay attention to your monitor if they see booty taking up %95 of the screen. Hmm. Anything else worth typing happen? Not really. Let's move on, before I think of something to type here anyway, ruining the whole point of this already random blog. Did that make sense?

Going to my older cousin's tonight for "Ladies' Night". Should be fun, but...in my experience, sometimes Ladies' Night (my cousin's or anyone's for that matter) has the potential to turn into "Men Ain't Sh*t" night, which is totally not cool in my book. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some teenybopper movie, sterotypical female character, who is untouched and has never been hurt. But...male bashing? Nahhh. I don't bash, I move on. Besides, what can a group of awfully chatty damaged females do to help my situation?
Exactly.

Another con to Ladies' Night: tooooo much talking.

The pro: My cousin's cooking. Ghandi would love it.

Another pro: social drinking.

...so, I'm going to Ladies' Night!

Brightside to this long day: If you read any of the crap I type, you'll know that fall is my favorite season. Period. Today was a beautiful day, so I snapped a couple pics via the smartphone. Enjoy the part of Baltimore that The Wire never showed. Ha.

And I always come back to the cul-de-sac. Looking looking at this same image for 23 years. Wow.

(hella sentence frags, but so what?)

(deuces.)

wind wins by tko!

So...I'm typing this at work. We're getting some Chi Town styled wind in B-More, and the electricity at my house is out.
*sigh*
This means...no XBOX, which means no Halo, no Rock Band, CoD4; no internet, no blogspot, no TV...and NO HEAT!!!
Noooooo bueno. Seriously.
I'm lucky to be typing this at work, we had a blackout here for a few minutes. Everyone started screaming like we're in some bad horror flick. Chillax. This is the library. All the kids are devastated because they have to...dun dun dun!!! Re-type their Myspace comments!
>= give me a break.
Ugh!
Moms just texted me. I asked her if the electricity was still out...it was before I left for work, hours ago.
"Yup...and if it's still off at 7:30, I'm going to the movies to see Pride and Glory!"
Hip hip, hooray.
Looks like I'll be reading Exodus and writing a few poems for the rest of the day. No biggie. Need some poem postage to bring some life to this blog anyway! Ha! I always prevail!
Too much? Maybe?
Probably. But here goes nothing...10 minutes left in my work day, so I'm outtie.

(deuces.)

BTW: My coworker just asked me, "What's your blog title about?" Tsk tsk...

"....gangstas walk, pimps gon' talk; ohhh, hecky nawl; that boy is raw..."

hip hop heads know this. ;)

And Bush-Bostic?

You're welcome.

fall.

I've always been a fan of every season for their own different reasons. I love the possibilty of traveling in the summer, the beach and the amusement parks; the cool breeze and new life of spring; the cuddle time, and snow patterns of winter. But there's just something about fall that pulls me in. Nevermind the fact that I AM a fall baby (Scorpios, let's go! (;), but to me, fall just embodies everything I love about nature, life, etc. and puts it into 3 blissful months for me to enjoy. Yayy, God.

As a child, I spent a lot of my playtime outside, and as I dig further into those recesses of my mind, I realize that the majority of my memories are conjured during the fall. I remember discovering that tomboy energy I had when I met my first playmate Keith. We built flaky, colorful forts made of the falling leaves from the tall trees surrounding our small cul-de-sac. As I got older, the games got a little more sophisticated, and the number of boys in the area increased; so we played tackle football and "army" at the little field in the middle of our block. Mounds of damp leaves always provided as good cushion for me when the boys wanted to be a little too rough on the only girl playing outside. Walking to school always held the promise of watching leaves of different colors mingle onto cars and side streets. And I discovered my love for writing and poetry sitting on a mountain of red, brown and orange leaves mom had just raked up earlier that day. My first journal entry consisted of a lot of misspellings, incorrect grammar and immature subjects, but it was mine nonetheless.

Fall has also been host to some not-so-great times in my life, i.e. my near death experience, paternal issues that my family made it through miraculously, and more recently the death of a woman whose impact on my life and others' lives will never be surpassed.

All seasons represent change, but fall represents what's in between that change. The temperature transitions to a mild warmth, free of humidity. Leaves fall to the ground in preparation for the new cluster to sprout from the trees, while some plants either die or cease growth to prepare for the harsh winter. Fall is full of metaphors, similies, analogies, rhythm and stories.

Fall is the ultimate poem I am desperate to write.