The Sole's Delight

So now that my creative juices are fully flowing, I decided to design a sneaker for the fellas. A shoe that I would get turned on if my man were wearing it. The more I get into this process, the more excited I become. When I designed the One Mic sneaker, I heard the Nas song in my head, Nas being my number one favorite hip hop artists. I think his work is a pure art form. These sneakers are a great mix of an old school structure with a mature color pallet. These are what's up!

In the short period of time that we have in this physical realm, many of us are searching for the meaning and purpose as to why we are here. We hope to find people and activities that make us happy. To the become the soul's manifestation of joy in our small piece of the world. You may be reading this wondering, "what is she talking about?" I'll be honest and say that I don't completely know. I have a feeling. Actually, I have several feelings that compel me to do many things at once. I work. I teach. I write. I am a mother. I take care of a home. I am a spouse. I am an SGRho. I am all these things and yet I feel compelled to do and be more.  I am learning to live my life in the realm of endless possibility. If God has given me the opportunity and the energy then I should use them when I have them. With all the nouns and verbs that I just used to describe what I do, I am still striving to do more. Why? Because I can... because what else should/would I do? Our th...

I don't make new year's resolutions. I set goals every  year and revisit them throughout the year. When my goals begin to reappear from one year to the next, that's my signal that I am losing focus and falling off. This year I choose to revisit my creativity. I used to write every day. I had designs for new shoes. I danced. I fed my passion and that nurturing sustained me. Creativity unfortunately had become like prayer for me. I only engaged in it when I was hurting and needed healing and comfort. Now my every day thoughts are my prayers, meaning I don't make it a ritual instead it is a passion. So should be my creative expression. Don't get me wrong this year I took on new challenges. I taught two classes on two campuses, I had the adjustment of a new baby. I had to reestablish my presence at work. Now it is time to balance the professional and the passion.  As I taught my business classes this semester, I attempted to impress upon my students that regar...

Today is quiet. I am sitting in my childhood room, in my bed with my son, looking at the funeral of Officer Liu on television,  reading the posts about Stuart Scott's passing from cancer and having an weird feeling of quiet at the similarities of both men to my father. My day died from a fierce battle of cancer at the young age of 50. Stuart Scott was 49. My dad was a court officer, less than 5 years on the job. He loved his job and his fellow officers loved him. Watching the funeral on TV reminded me so much of the NY court officers lined up down the hall and out to the street of my dad's funeral. My heart goes out to the families of both men. My heart goes out to my own family as I remember my father. It gets better as time goes on but you don't miss your loved ones any less.

After close to three months of giving birth to my son, I have to say that I have found the man of my dreams! lol I am so I love with this little boy, it is beyond words. He has so much personality. He has a style and swagger that is recognizable even at two months old. He mesmerizes people. Even though he can't speak, I know we communicate and bond every moment we are together. It's amazing how God gives you what you want, when you need it. I prayed and visualized this baby boy for years. After losing my parents, I didn't think I wanted to build a family only to face the risk of losing them. After a few years of feeling a certain emptiness, I have been blessed with a second miracle. Oh how I wish my parents could see this little prince. When I look into his face all I see is love and limitless potential. I wonder if this is how all parents feel when they look into their children's eyes. Josiah is that piece of me that I was scared to acknowledge that has been rebor...

So on the eve of my baby shower, I am reflecting on the journey thus far. The biggest turn as been the realization that my intuition was correct and he is a Boy! I put images of my little prince on my vision board a long time ago.  Now knowing that I am weeks away from his arrival, I am getting a little nervous. Raising a black prince in this world we live in is not easy. I pray that I am rightly guided to teach him what he needs to know. In the meantime I celebrate him.