They told Dorothy to follow the yellow brick road…I carry one. -Oh Taiv
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Sitting here in Florida, Disney World to be exact. I don’t want to socialize.
Whoever wrote the poem above feels me.

Sitting here in Florida, Disney World to be exact. I don’t want to socialize.

Whoever wrote the poem above feels me.

I Am Not You, I Am Me. I Am WE.

How come, I look in the mirror and see me, broken, into thousands of peaces, broken into thousands of pieces, broken into thousands of peas-es?

As I walk through the world trying not to look at your lips or your nose, I aim for your eyes and begin to cry…it’s like, your holding up a mirror, full length, wanting me to get the picture, but more than anything, wanting me to see the details…H-U-MAN-I-T-Y. 

The peace of me that resonates and smiles at the little girl picking her nose in her carseat, buckled in tight, in the back of her dad’s doo-doo brown, Volkswagen.

The piece of me that identifies with the rage of the person responsible for the Boston Bombings and the loss of the loved ones, “and the death count is…we’re still counting”.

The peas of me surrounded by cheese in my tuna casserole, noodles stuck between my teeth OR held captive by the crust of my veggie pot pie, cooped up with big ASS potatoes that don’t give a damn…

Every day that I look in the mirror, I see me, broken, into thousands of peaces, broken into thousands of pieces, broken into thousands of peas-es.

As I walk through the world trying not to look at your lips or your nose, I aim for your eyes and begin to cry…it’s like, your holding up a mirror, full length, wanting me to get the picture, but more than anything, wanting me to see the details…hUmaNITY

You. Night. Why.

U-nite-y?

Because, I am not you, I am me…I am we and we are, UNITY.

This poem is dedicated to EveryOne, everywhere, who knows what it feels like to be huMAN.

- Oh Taiv

Damn, Would You PLEASE Just Listen?!

I realized today that I have a problem with giving advice, even when it is unsolicited.

As I reflect on yesterday, I can remember responding in a particular conversation several times with tips, suggestions and recommendations. Where does that come from?

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I am the oldest of seven girls and I have always been a “go-to” for advice; I also worked in Social Work for over nine years.

The diamond in this rough, was the simple fact that I was aware and I was able to take a step back and observe myself and identify a behavior I would like to change…acceptance. 

One day at a time, I will work towards being an ACTIVE listener and trust the fact that if someone needs me, they’ll ask.

“The most basic of all human needs is the need to understand and be understood. The best way to understand people is to listen to them.” 
― Ralph G. Nichols

No Holding Back

I think about all the times I wish I would have blogged and shake my head; all those moments I would have liked to document “my perspective” have escaped both my mind and the pen…

This is MY space, and I am claiming my seat on the cyber bus. What is cool though, I have really come to appreciate the name of my blog.

The way that I see life, interact with others and show up in the world, shape my experiences and become my personal references.

I am ALL wrapped up in “my perspective”, and to me, my perspective is not only valuable, it’s important.

You’ll see.

-Oh Taiv

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“People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds, it is something one creates. ~Thomas Szasz, “Personal Conduct,” The Second Sin, 1973”

I believe everything Holy is done in decency & order, Awareness. Acceptance. Action.

I had to shake loose the ‘know-it-all” bitch in me and succumb to the process of transformation. I am giving myself permission to understand meditation, enlightenment, being present and living in luxury.

I am in the process of revealing, loving & creating myself. I am Aware. I do Accept. I am willing to Act.

Will you join me?

The Only One

I just took a nice warm bath, shaved, lotion’d up and put on a lil perfume, Dolce & Gabbana to be exact…aroma therapy.

I’m feel’n good, feel’n like a winner, cool, calm and collected.

I’ve noticed many bloggers have resorted to Images of themselves or of their material possessions. My thoughts are flowing kind of random right now but that is the shit that needs to come out…makes room for more concrete ideas and concepts I suppose.

I have wanted to do the Artist Way workbook for almost a year now and no one has been able to commit, I guess that also reflects what type people I’ve been funk’n wit. I am going to start this Sunday by Moi’s self!

I am search’n out the winners for the rest of 2012…no more time wasted.

I am going to try and find me a pen-pal over seas…I need some global perspective and communication in my life.  

I was telling my husband that everything American made is crap! We create for the short-term but I have that foreign blood, built to last, die hard type shit in me. I value patience, blood sweat and tears. I want to show the longevity and endurance in the shit I take part in.

History, geography, math, economics and sociology have always fascinated me and the the way it all plays out in different locations around the world, which inevitably creates cultures and sub-cultures, is mind blowing.

I love the depth of ethics, morals and values, cultural competency and group dynamics and I pray that God allows me to continue to explore his companion, Mother Earth and all she has given birth to, because her story is so rich and full of life and I know there are many lessons she will teach me as I travel throughout.

Thanks for letting me share ;-)

In Honor of My Black History

AN AFRICAN ELEGY

We are the miracles that God made
To taste the bitter fruit of Time.
We are precious.
And one day our suffering
Will turn into the wonders of the earth.

There are things that burn me now
Which turn golden when I am happy.
Do you see the mystery of our pain?
That we bear poverty
And are able to sing and dream sweet things

And that we never curse the air when it is warm
Or the fruit when it tastes so good
Or the lights that bounce gently on the waters?
We bless things even in our pain.
We bless them in silence.

That is why our music is so sweet.
It makes the air remember.
There are secret miracles at work
That only Time will bring forth.
I too have heard the dead singing.

And they tell me that
This life is good
They tell me to live it gently
With fire, and always with hope.
There is wonder here

And there is surprise
In everything the unseen moves.
The ocean is full of songs.
The sky is not an enemy.
Destiny is our friend.

— Ben Okri