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.