Finding the solitude to pray and center oneself in the morning is nearly impossible with children present.
I realize that the majority of my posts have been all over the place these last few months. Although it may not have necessarily bothered my few readers, I am feeling the need to apologize and so to you few I humbly ask your forgiveness. It means a lot to me that you take time out of your day to read my rants, ramblings, and reviews. I want it to be worth your while to do so.
When I first started this blog a year or so ago, I decided that its main aim would be to share stories and commentary on the topic of social justice with a side of craft beer reviews every now and then. Along with Hip-Hop and Football (Soccer) those are my primary interests in life beyond my family and friends.
But little did I know, or more honestly I knew, but was unwilling to admit, that the injustice on Planet Earth would quickly overwhelm someone like me who did not have the deep roots of self and spirituality necessary to bear witness to the evils of the modern world day in and day out for more than a few months at a time before becoming despondent.
I can say with confidence that over the last several years improvement of self has taken up a lot of my time and energy. I firmly believe that in order to affect true change in the world you must start by becoming the best version of your self and that job will never and should never be complete.
At this time I am not a version of myself that is good enough to comment upon issues of justice. I must endeavor to become that version of myself before it is right to go beyond simply sharing stories that promote justice and awareness, which I will continue to do via this blog.
I am however, qualified to continue reviewing tasty craft beers every once in a while. I may also pepper in some stuff about Hip-Hop, footy, or anything else that catches my fancy. There is no need to limit myself to just two topics.
I will also be writing about my on-going journey to become the best version of myself in the hope that it may help others on the same journey. Thank you for reading and I look forward to your comments in the future.
With Love, Hope, and Humility,
2014 Album of the Year artists Run the Jewels (Killer Mike and El-P) give sincere heartfelt advice to the young ladies out there.
El-P is a musical genius. Killer Mike is a prophet.
Listen, learn, and share.
I keep waffling on this. Lately I have been feeling like the time banditry and superficial nature of the FB are not worth the occasional cute baby picture posting.
I am undertaking an effort to “clean out” my likes and follows in the hope that this cuts the crap so to speak, but I feel like FB just keeps filling my timeline with shared meaningless garbage despite my best efforts (no offense to anyone’s tastes in consumption).
Twitter gives me what I need from Social Media in a more condensed and less bullshitty form. I even un-followed a bunch of accounts there just to streamline my consumption even further.
I am leaning toward yet another farewell to FB, but have not yet made my final decision on the matter.
Is it even worth it? Will I just return two years later like a an overconfident recovering heroin addict?
Curse the need to live an (over?) examined life!
Dark brown caffeine bean juice
Your loveliness has no equal
Without you my head would literally explode
Ebony and ivory with a milk splash
Milk that had better been fed grass
Wakes my mind and buds of tasting
Percolation feels like forever waiting
Roasted odor so divine
I cannot keep you off my mind
P.S. I am giving serious thought to starting to speak with a Jamaican/Caribbean patois for a while.
Honesty feels good.
Lately a small part of me secretly hopes that shit continues to hit the fan.
Bearing witness to the suffering hurts my heart.
I cannot imagine what it would be like to live in Occupied Palestine.
I cannot fathom the emotions felt by the families of Mike Brown, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, and far too many others.
To my knowledge I have never been threatened for my written words, let alone murdered by an AK-47.
My belly has never known true hunger.
I have to assume that were my circumstances different, I would not feel (at least a little bit) that as tragic as all of these events and phenomena are, they might be necessary to wake up all of the earthlings that should know better and could do something about it.
Love your neighbor. Be conscious of the effects of your actions. Why is that so fucking hard?
Nothing like starting off 2015 with a huge financial nutshot! It is days like today where I wish I did not own a car. $600 to $800 repair bill and having to burn a day of PTO? Aye Carumba! Aye Carumba, indeed.