Be a Closer ~ Follow Through


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Its been over a month since I wrote a post and it feels exhilarating to start sharing again!
As you know I post a lot about life and the human condition, whether it be through poetry, music or metaphoric analogies.
Today its just raw truth…as I see it.
As adults we have a constant problem with follow through, some of us wrestle with getting started and some of us wrestle with closing the deal; others wrestle with both.
Some have a myriad of ideas on the table; which remain on the table, some get halfway there and can’t seem to ejaculate, they just keep humping away and can’t birth the damn thing!
It is my belief that all of this is tied to our level of courage.
Whatever we have an enduring passion for cannot be dealt with in a nonchalant or half-assed way, it requires an immersion of ourselves; usually more than we are comfortable with.
This is where our courage comes in and separates the men from the boys.
Some are content to sit on the fence and wait for others to make decisions for them. It’s been called by default.
There is nothing more fascinating than seeing the courage of someone and the integrity that comes with it.
Time is really the worse thing we can waste, so don’t do it! And while you’re at it, don’t waste anybody else’s either!
Life comprises many things; fun, love, adventure, shenanigans etc.
All of this need to be achieved on the backdrop of balance, and what it takes is courage and a sense of responsibility (yes, I know some of us get hives just seeing the word responsibility!) to achieve this.
We can’t prance around in a deluded juvenile catatonia all our lives.
To achieve all we want; even the secret dreams, the ones we don’t share with anyone; we need to engage our courage and follow through. We need to close the deal. Please; be a Closer.

IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD, LOVE A MAN ~ What Evolved Women Want (Anonymous)


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I write a lot about love and life. This new blog post is from the Facebook blog “What Evolved Women Want” It explores the heart and head of the man and is primarily from a man’s point of view…which is refreshing! Some men do understand what want! Have a gander at this latest post ~ Luvninasimone 

Choose one whose soul calls to yours clearly; who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid
Look into his eyes; look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there
Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time

Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment.  And let it all go
Feel into his ancestral burden
And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you
Let him melt in your steady gaze
And know that you need not mirror that rage
Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability
In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death
Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man
To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together
And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave…
Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms

Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers,
calm your frightened girls’ heart
Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return
Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance,
that he may be soothed, once more

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Do not coax out his little boy
With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery
Only to lure him…to a web of destruction
To a place of chaos and hatred
More terrible than any war fought by his brothers
This is not feminine this is revenge
This is the poison of the twisted lines
Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world
And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls
And it kills us all

And whether his mother held him or could not
Show him the true mother now
Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth
Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core
Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria

Cry for him sweet rivers
Bleed it all back home
If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Love him enough to be naked and free
Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death
And thank him for the opportunity

As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods
Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being
Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you
Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you

Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before
Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself
And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart
If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him
And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected
By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows
Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream

What Evolved Women Want

I can feel!…its a Miracle!


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I woke up this morning in a more than thankful frame of mind. Each day I am thankful for every blessing but today my heart sang with gratitude.

No; all my dreams didn’t come true, there was no financial windfall, there were no bells and whistles. As a matter of fact, today I am irritable, I feel grungy…and not grungy chic, my body is achy and the weather is gloomy. But I am oh so grateful…so thankful, so happy for my blessed life.

The people I love are succeeding and fulfilling their dreams and so am I, I have a loving family, beautiful friendships and an amazing best friend!  

I spoke to my baby brother last night and he sounded happier than he has sounded in months, my baby sister and I said “Hey” this morning. Everyone is doing wonderful and rising above challenges.

And I am so happy I can feel…albeit today its irritability and achy body but I CAN FEEL!

I am alive and I don’t mean just breathing; I am ALIVE! The cells in my body are not lounging in lethargy; they are set in readiness for my next move, my next achievement.

I am thankful for simple goals. (I am determined to conquer the sleeping hero pose in my yoga class! And yes…I have plans for sleeping hero!)

But I digress…

I am grateful today for the big things. The big things are not lots of money, the mansion on the hill or wherever, not the most luxurious car (by the way, the value of cars depreciate like a mo’ fo’. You drive it to the edge of the lot and it worth 10,000 dollars less, just sayin’)

I am thankful for the people I love and the people who love me. And I’m grateful for the ones who don’t love me and whom I don’t love.

The moral of this oratory is that everyone and everything brings something to our lives and we should view every joy and every pain with raised eyes, outstretch arms and grateful heart. ~ LuvNinaSimone



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“At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.” — Albert Schweitzer

As the year comes closer to its end, I am reflective. I am happy. I am grateful.
A lot has happened and is still happening, in 2013.
I embraced it all, some while kicking and screaming and others with a light heart, a smile on my lips and a sigh of relief.
I learned a lot as well and most of all I learnt patience and understood even more the worth of waiting for something wonderful.
I am approaching 2014 with bated breath, not from anxiety and fear but from wonderful anticipation.
I fire was lit in my heart and mind in 2013 and its still blazing bright and warm.
This fire within me is the hearth from where I receive warmth and light. ~ LuvNinasimone

Courage or Fear…Is there really a dilemma?


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I have always known what I wanted. There was a brief point in my life when I became somewhat conflicted about what I wanted as opposed to what was “sensible”, best for me or what looked right under the glare of society’s blinding light. Ugh! Thank God it was brief!
I despise being conflicted. During that period in my life, I didn’t make very good decisions; they were not the worst decisions by any stretch but they were not the best ones either.
The most important thing in life is to be sure of what you want and take the necessary steps to achieving it.
What percentage of us is brave enough to follow through is the pertinent question.
I am fully resolved with living a life unharnessed by society’s bridle.
So before you start the argument for a prognosis of delusions and hallucinations for me, let me clarify a few things. In today’s world I know it is literally impossible to live the unharnessed life, but I do try very hard! I also think that the concept that there is the existence of true democracy is more than passé! But I digress!
The reality is that there are only a few things in our lives that we have complete control over. We have jobs, houses, cars, we eat sleep et al and all of this comes with a lot of dictation and leashes which we can either accept or take off to the place of our choice, by plane nonetheless, to prance around bare-breasted and/or bare-assed and live off the land. Not such a bad option I might add, as the diet would be straight Paleo, which is awesome! Hunter Gatherer!
So while we have no control over many things, we do have reign over some. We can decide who deposits into our lives, we can decide who we bring close or keep at arms length or ten foot pole. We can decide how determined, strong or courageous we are going to be.
We can decide to make our decisions based on courage and not fear.
Do we put limits on our selves or do we decide that we are limit less?
Choosing to be as authentic as we can be takes bravery and forthrightness. The first and most important ingredient for authentic living is honesty.
The first thing we have to do is face the mirror and be bare faced with ourselves. We need to look into our souls and acknowledge our fears and the crap we carry around. What are the things that make us cry and curl up in the fetal position. What makes us afraid?
These are things we must face and design a plan to overcome them thus moving ourselves to the next level.
Authentic living is a graduated process and we cannot skip a step.
Some elements and/or people in of our lives will always suck the life out of you and rarely, if ever, bring life in. Contacts with such energy make us want to take a long nap because the exhaustion is so profound!
Authentic, real, open-faced, whatever adjective you apply to it, decide to live a life of courage and not fear. Be a leader, cut through all the brush and make a path instead of looking for one already made and stepping carefully in the footprints.
Decide to be your loudest and most enthusiastic cheerleader and be the one to call the shots in your life.
Move forward with fervor, face life each day with aplomb and dance…yes dance…dancing is good! ~ LuvNinaSimone

The Blues


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“Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again.”
― L. Frank Baum

I love double entendres and I love truth. With double entendres I see two truths.
For Today’s double entendre, this is my take:

Yes…some people (not me) become blue (colour) when they cannot breathe and pretty much all of us when we are blue (sad) all we need to do is just take a breath and all will be well. In my case, I put my earphones in and listen to music and have a solo dance party in my living room (yes I’m weird and I like love it!)

P.S For the odd few, when they become blue, they climb Mt Everest or go off to the South American jungle to live for a year. We all have our blue remedies!

“Out Damn Spot…” ~ A Tragedy


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Bright red, just begging to be opened…the cover…


old and weathered…the spine… 


Title Page…William Shakespeare’s complete works…


The tragic story…Macbeth…

My two best friends and I have a rather morbid fascination with William Shakespeare’s play Macbeth.
It all started in high school and with the quote “Come to my woman’s breast and take my milk for gall…” I kid you not!
Immature teenagers we were, fascinated by the fact that we got to say “breast” out loud in class! Yes those were simple times and we were the innocents.
I remember we giggled a lot and said the quote over and over again even out of class.
We were good students, we studied a lot ok!
So began our love for this tragedy of a play. It showed us a side of life we had yet to experience. People who were close to you, whom you loved, but who could also betray you and orchestrate your demise.
At that time we didn’t fully understand the darkness, Thank God!
So we watched the cruel Lady Macbeth, coax her husband Macbeth into killing King Duncan and become Queen of Scotland.
We watch awestruck at this wicked plot and the scenarios which emerged from it.
Lady Macbeth became guilt-ridden and descended into madness trying to; but unable to wash Duncan’s “blood’ from her hands and she eventually took her own life.
Macbeth also lost his life and his head.
This play had us captivated, much like “Lord of the Flies”, I think because it exposed us a little to the dark side of the human condition.
The plot was well written and took us on an adventure. I believed this play sealed without a doubt, our love for Literature and reading.
The fact that the play was a sad tragedy was relevant but not absorbed by our innocent minds.
We loved the poetic writing of William Shakespeare, almost romantic even.
We love that there were scenes, parts, soliloquies. There were battles fought with shield and spears, there were witches and a heath. There were dreams, prophecies, parables that you had to decipher.
I getting excited just writing about it! I takes me back!
In high school we were our own Macbeth Cliff’s notes and what a ride it was!
It had our brains working, our minds thinking, it had us going back to the 1600’s while we role played.
Ok, I’m stoked! I know what my week-end reading is going to be! I’m so going to dive into my 1927 leather bound copy of The Complete works of William Shakespeare. I may even read Troilus and Cressida while I’m at it!


Troilus and Cressida.



Caribbean Christmas Traditions


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I am a North American transplant of West Indian/Caribbean origin and while I am somewhat adjusted to North American living and have adopted some of the customs and traditions, I am always closely tied to the traditions of my country and ancestors. I am also closely tied to the food and some of the traditional preparation methods. Many of these traditions remind me that we were born of slaves and that a large part of our history included slavery and oppression.
I love the fact that I can carry those reminders with me as a testament to the bravery and tenacity of my people.
I am reminded of some of our rituals as the year comes to a close and we approach the New Year.
As a little girl, Christmas brought a flurry of activities. There was shopping, fairs and festivals and on Christmas Eve there was the all night “Grand Market”.
This was a night of shopping that continued into the wee hours of Christmas morning.
All the retail businesses were opened and the streets were filled with vendors selling their wares.
There is merriment and lots of shopping and food.
The tradition of REFLECTION and CHANGE is however, my focus for today’s writings.
The closer the New Year got, the more pensive people became and in most peoples’ thoughts was the year in review and what they were going to change for the approaching brand new year.
Resolutions if you wish.
“What should I leave behind…what should I carry…what should I tweak?”
This fresh approach around the house was pretty much the same, though with a more tangible outcome.
For the most part, it was a sort of “spring cleaning” at the end of the year.
The house and yard was to be free of any junk or useless items and was to be brought to a stage of sparkling and fresh smells. All dirty laundry was to be washed and put away as bringing this into a new year would bring bad luck. Windows were cleaned and thrown open and the ocean breeze would purify and air everything out.
Getting rid of clutter was the main intent and bringing everything to its appropriate sheen and in its right place.
As we approach the end of the year, so it is for this Caribbean chick for which there only truly exists two seasons in North America; summer and winter, who despise the cold and for whom winter seems worst every year.
I will begin the cleaning of my closet, yes the shoes too! Some books will go as well, Gahhhhhh! I will metaphorically throw the windows open letting the bad air out and the fresh air in and I will bring everything in my house to a brilliant shine.
I thank my ancestors for their fortitude, my mom for buying me only fountain pens because she knew I love to write and I loved fountain pens and my grandparents who taught me responsibility by insisting on assigning chores (I still hate washing dishes and the dishwasher is the best appliance ever invented). These traditions were passed down without wavering or apology and I am so glad.
I am more the stronger person for them.
The traditional foods I still love to cook and enjoy. There is still oxtail, sous, ackee and saltfish, cornmeal dumpling, fried fish (with the head!), prepared and enjoyed in my home. Oh and we cannot forget the curry goat and trenton (pork)!
We also eat the heat (scotch bonnet pepper our most popular choice).
Traditions are important and some we all don’t understand or practice, but what we do need to do is respect them and the people who practice them.
We all have a past and as my favourite Shakespearean quote from the play The Tempest says “What’s past is Prologue”.
Our past has brought us here…to this place and with all our starting over and forgetting of the past, in our present; we ride the waves of our past sometimes without intent but for sure with inevitability.
Today I dedicate this post to my four Grandparents who have sinced moved on and I say “Thank You” as I live and honour their spirits.

Happy Holidays!

Cohesive Melody


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What are we; you and I
The way we sway together; swing together; we two
In sync; you and I
Ricochet, boomerang, mind meld
What are we?
We are Universe, my beloved, we dance
Connected inextricably
Through time, through space
Beyond ordinary comprehension
With energy, life and vibration
We do the dance of a King and Queen
One cohesive melody


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