Over the last few days, especially over the Thanksgiving week, I noticed the online pulse of activity began to fall weak.

What is it that thou are doing? Pray thee tell. Are we no longer in a handbasket directly addressed to hell?

I’m asking because online activity numbers indicate – folks are no longer online all day.

God is good, and I’ve got to say: “Hooray!” — No “hip-hip” will preface my celebrate.

The other day I read that saying “hip hip” before “hooray” is connected to a bit of racial play.

Had you ever… did you know as much? Go ahead and click the pic and tighten up. 

It’s okay if you didn’t know the true origins — of how a lot of our American sayings began.

I didn’t either — but then knowledge crawled up on me like a spider

and I yelled, “ouch!” To ease these terms into everyday conversation is like offering gout.

Thank God that racism is not gastrointestinal. Though if it were, would folk be more confessional?

I mean, have you seen folks who suffer from gout? Random walking is not what they’re about.

Gout is painful, as are racist connotations in any setting. — Are you sure your friends won’t think you’re a racist? Hm. You are betting.

The good news is: social media is at a lull, and the numbers are low. So, please take this moment to read more during your to and fro.

The last 4-years pushed you to run behind the eight-ball of headlines. The pulse feels like “we can take a break now,” — and things will be fine.

So we’ve put down our phones, tablets, and the laptop’s too, to kick it with family, old friends, and new.

Is that what you did? Pray thee tell. Did you? — Well, I’m not tripping because I did it too.

I have also been sleeping better, my dreams are far more calming. Just a few weeks ago (over the last year to fo’) my dreams were a bit alarming.

Not all dreams are charming, nor is every day. I pray the online decongestion is our new normal day.

Folks: we have family, friends, pets, and the likes — we should not be online from the birth-of-morn to the dead-of-night. We both know it ain’t right.

So, this weekend when I noticed the online-coast-was-clear and that every digital storefront was open, but not many visitors were near —

the feeling of a new pulse washed over me. I thanked God for the moment and all that it can be.

Then I thought about you, “Did you catch a wink?” I hope you did – you deserve it; running behind the eight-ball stinks.

A new wind is coming in, it feels good, please do inhale,
I’m Qui
Good morning my sweet — keep moving towards heaven and away from hell.

Close your eyes and take a moment to meditate; take a moment to think.
You’ve held on tight, and things will work out alright – go ahead and catch a wink.