Happy Valentine’s Day, eh?
Happy Valentine’s Day, eh?
A reason for some home town pride.
I went to college in Alabama. I was asked before leaving Colorado if I was afraid to be going “down south”. I wasn’t. Or at least I don’t remember being afraid. Looking back, I can tell you the experience showed me a lot about racism…as it existed in Colorado. You see, in Alabama, it was clear cut that most white people weren’t going to pay attention to me other than to make sure I wasn’t behaving in any stereotypical ways. There were clear cut lines as to where I belonged as a young, Black woman in the areas I spent most of my time. Hence my general discomfort anywhere outside the metro areas of Montgomery (AL), Birmingham (AL), Atlanta (GA), Savannah (GA), and Tallahassee (FL). The more rural areas, even today aren’t places I want to live or be after dark.
But in Colorado. The lines weren’t as clearly drawn as much as I remember. I never felt as if I wasn’t “allowed” certain places, but there’d be this undeniable, purposeful dismissal. Being blatantly ignored by whites, openly passed over…in certain places and situations, I would cease to exist. It was WEIRD. Southern whites would look me in my face and deny me – that was clear. In Colorado, they’d smile at everyone, give everyone eye contact, EXCEPT me. “Good morning, may I help you” to the whites who’d walked in before me, and when I crossed the threshold, smiling and ready with my “Hello, how are you?”, suddenly everyone’s attention would be diverted and I’d receive no greeting. I can give you countless examples of this type of treatment in Colorado and not one during my time in the south because as I said, the lines were crystal clear and so I never spent time in places I knew I wasn’t going to be welcomed. In Colorado, that subtle dismissal of my very existences would be at random times, at random places. One day I’d be met with a semblance of respect and a polite attitude, at others, in the same place, I’d be shunned or eyed with great suspicion. As I got older, I realized it was subtle enough to keep me distrustful and always on edge – a state of mind and body that can wreck havoc on sleep, stress levels, and such.
Anyway, be sure to click the link above (Courageous Conversations…) and catch a glimpse at how folks in Denver are gearing up to begin talking about such things and hopefully, create some positive dialog and change in how humans are treated in the MileHi (and maybe beyond).
Let’s do this :-).
Dear Ones, it is time.
Time to share this blog post.
Time to blow up Social Media.
Time to spread a little love to Sevier County Tennessee residents who lost their homes in the Gatlinburg Chimney fires.
For those who have emailed me, asking how to help. I am inspired. It is time.
Let’s mail Christmas Cards to those who are in need: the displaced, the subleaser, the worker who had their hours cut back, the family with no Christmas tree.
Who is in?
Who wants to be a blessing?
Who wants to spread Peace, Love, Joy, Hope?
You do, of course.
Here’s the deal: When you leave a comment I will respond with an email list of hard-working folk.
Once you obtain the names, please take it to prayer. Ask God to guide you. Should you send a Christmas Card? Money? A gift card?
As we say in the South…
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If you would, please take a moment to comb through your archives of posts beginning in June through to October and put a link to your favorite in the comments below. My ability to keep up with my blog reading was severely hampered during those months and I fear I may have missed some of your awesomeness 🙂
I’m more settled now and will be able to establish a more reliable reading schedule so hopefully, I’ll stay caught up for awhile.
In the meantime, just plug those links in the comments section and I’ll be sure to click.
Hope you have an awesome day and an exciting weekend.
A mortgage is rent with more responsibility (more on that later when I finally get around to the post about my not so new, new place).
My Divinity is not based on any religious doctrine. She is not Christian, did not come from a book…She is the very energy that ties me to the ebb and flow of the tides, the cycles of the seasons; growth and decay. And when She calls the energy that makes me me, when She calls that energy back to Her, I will go with peace knowing that I did what She put me together in this time line to do (I mentioned the Call…it’s growing louder, and no, I’m not going into preaching, lol).
I cannot get this pain in my back to end. But I feel the change in the wind. I feel the rise of my tears at the relief that is coming. My Divinity whispers to me and I hear Her. I know I’m about to explode. Finally. Finally, I am soon to break out of the chrysalis. Perhaps the pain is that of my wings developing and trying to break through? Hmmmm.
And guess what? You are too. You, my beloved, are on the way out and up. We are going to soar, my loves. Can you feel it? The change is coming. And I am so grateful.
I love you. Be sure to vote!!
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Another spot where my ADOSS has edged me closer to madness. I wrote in my first BuJo with my favorite blue ink pen. Nothing fancy, it’s a Paper Mate. Not sure of the model or tip size. I like it because using it leaves indentations on the page that feel good to me. Go figure. I still like it, but after my umpteenth Plan With Me video, I wanted COLOR. I dug through my junk and came up with a set of glittery gel pens I’d had for awhile.
But then I found myself wandering the aisles at Office Depot and what do you know? I snapped up a set of colorful ink pens. Staedtler ball point pens to be exact.
Did you ever notice those inexpensive Sharpies they keep up front by the check-out stands?
The ADOSS is real people.
OMG! Metalic ink? Perfect for writing on the dark notebook covers, eh?
I’m sorry, did you say you use a “micro tip”. MUST HAVE!
Don’t forget the washi tape. Oh, and the protractor. And the ruler / hole punch. And the double sided tape. And the slips of paper I’ve printed headers, calendars, quotes, or titles on and then cut out in preparation for upcoming spreads. Ohhh, and the Post-It flags I use to mark the pages I want to be able to go back to quickly. Uh, and the large baggie in which I carry it all.
I’m still trying to figure out how I went from one set of old gel pens to a pen case full of pens, a highlighter, and a correction pen (easier for me to use than the brush or tape styles) and a full, gallon sized Zip-loc baggie in a little over a week’s time.
When will the madness stop?
The exciting conclusion is up next in Part 6
Read Part One – here
Read Part Two – here
Read Part Three – here
I had never heard of washi tape but the lovely women in the planner videos used it to enhance, color code, and just dress up their journals.
At first, I bought a small roll of purple, glittery washi tape. I wasn’t sure how I wanted to use it so it appears as a few little strips here and there in May. I used it as a page edge wrap on a few pages in June, but it’s rough to the touch so I’m a little more selective on where I put it. But I was serious about incorporating washi into my journal so I went out and bought a small tube of variable width washi in some groovy colors. I then set about putting it some of everywhere – along the edges, as borders, and as a way to stick stuff in between pages and such. LOVE, but there’s no real rhyme or reason to it. It’s like coloring outside the lines for me.
And while I like pretty much every layout I’ve seen, I’ve made it a point to design my own. That’s one of the major pros when it comes to the Bullet Journal system. It is infinitely customizable.
Which means, thanks to my ADOSS, I am coming up with infinite ways to configure it. I come up with an idea, put it in my journal, then see something else I like and want to try so then that goes in my journal as well. I did my June monthly spread about a week or so into May (after my first 50 YouTube videos). My July spread and weekly design went in around the end of May and my August spread went into my notebook the first week in June (after my next 30 or so YouTube videos). I at least stopped myself at putting just the September month-at-a-glance page into my notebook at the end of June. If you don’t mind, I’ll ask you to ignore the pencil marks where I’ve started sketching out how I want my dailies to look in September. As well as the pencil marks where I’ve sketched out a couple of different trackers I want to incorporate. Sigh. Much like the way I write a book, there is no outline; no logical progression or format.
Speaking of which, aside from the various types of notebooks, journals, binders, covers, there are stamps, sticker sets, PENS & ACCESSORIES…again, ALL the SHINY!! How in the world am I supposed to not get caught up?
Part 5, coming up