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About Mondays

In Book, Communication, Griot, Networking, Self Improvement on April 9, 2018 at 4:46 am

alarm-clock-calendar-close-up-908298.jpgEvery morning can classify as a Monday, as in every morning is a new start.
It may read Thursday on the calendar, but it’s new opportunity at its heart.

Good morning Monday. I’m so glad that you’ve come back around.
Last night I slept quite sweetly; last night I slept quite sound.

All last week I was on Spring Break and nowhere really to be found.
I chose to hiatus in a familial space and camped out in DFW’s Ag-Town.

It was good to be on old stomping grounds. Texas is still the place that I call home.
It was good to visit every cousin, nephew, niece and kin that I can’t visit in the ‘Zone.

Spring Break was refreshing, reviving and real.
I couldn’t wait to come home and record the appeal.

I have a narrative series episode to conceptualize.
The producer is from Cow-Town and has his eye on the prize.

I’m game to help him literally birth a narrative view.
I’m into collaborating on new projects. It’s a Monday hue.

I saw a movie last week; t’was a science fiction gem,
it was Legendary Pictures, “Pacific Rim.”

It didn’t just hit the theaters, — I’m just getting around to taking it in.
It was pretty good, and well understood; I’ll have to go back and give the first one a spin.

This is the second Pacific Rim film. The first starred Idris Elba.
Part two starred his scripted son; a futurist who’s quite clever.

The film was adequately entertaining. I give it a big thumbs up –
and then Sunday rolled in with another win at the Mocha Girls Read book club.

I do enjoy this particular outing; it’s a sisterly critical analysis event.
This weeks review was of Claretta Street, by Kenya Barris’ sister, Colette.

The book club members are relentless in sharing their truths.
Each one is heavily honest, though none are named Ruth.

Monday

Opportunity.

For a writer, a discussion group is the true telling of the tale.
I’m new to this particular group, and so far they have not failed

to remind me to come with the facts and to close all story holes.
These ladies are shaping my audience understanding into tried gold.

On honing the complexities — I am sold and today is Monday.
Another opportunity to be fly and take the road of high; a fun day.

I’m girly and up early to be down with it,
I’m Qui
happy to reconnect, compose griot and spit it.

Christmas in Ocotillo

In Communication, Griot, Self Improvement on December 21, 2011 at 7:53 am

Christmas in Ocotillo, AZ feels a lot like spring.
Though you can’t shake the good hearted feeling that the season naturally brings.

Neighbors with lights on house, in yard and on door…
Reminds me of another Christmas — the year before.

I was in Arlington, TX last year – Home of The Cowboys.
There were sleigh bells, high heels, boots and party noise.

Folks easily fall into the spirit of love at Christmas time,
which is the perfect setting for “its true meaning” to shine.
Ol’ JC is a navigator of mine.

Mm-hm. We go wayyy back
to 1971 [birth] and a 2 bedroom flat.

Yep! We’ve always been like that.
Tighter than Whitney was to crack. lol!

Speaking of – I’ve heard the sober Whit’ is coming back.
Forgoing to proclaim aloud that: anything is whack. lol!

Remember when she said that?
The interview energy was hot, but her CD Sales fell flat.
Hot diggity dang! I do remember that.

Hopefully this season will find Whitney feeling great,
and piling up a lot more ruffage onto her plate.

The mid size songstress looks good for her age.
I do pray that she’s [for good] kicked the crack/coke phase.

Back to Ocotillo – It sure does feel good
to finally get settled into my new neighborhood.

I’ve got the tree in the GR [great room] and a Christmas Menu in mind.
I’m preparing to feed 5, which is better than 6 or 9.

THANK GOD! I’m not on “grandmother shine”.
Nope. That title isn’t close to being mine.

Because my daughter’s bringing her “steady GF” home for dinner.
So I don’t think reproducing (at this point) is quite in her. lol!

The temperatures in Arizona are certainly those to boast.
They’re definitely kin to those beach’y warm winds of the sunny West coast.
Mmmm. I’m loving the temperatures most.

I’m missing Ag-Town too, but then you already know,
I’m Qui
and CHRISTMAS (for me) is everyday – so: Welcome Ocotillo!