......the past weclomes in the present- APRIL

Recovering from malaria for the third time since been in Sierra-Leone, exhaustion and a pile of frustration, has been anything but easy. As my 25th birthday quickly approaches, i cannot help but feel a sense of accelerated aging. Within, i am still very much a little girl who sees the world in colors with accents of my own made up colors with hues and shades only i have created. I see my hands multiplied and placed within every desired passion and industry, one of immense creativity suspended in utter silence and bliss. I see white, all this with furious throws of light, heart pumping faster but smarter all throughout my being. Despite the pounds of realism, pragmatism, and boughs of inflicted disappointment i've been fed over the last couple of years, i still reject and relegate the 'REAL WORLD'  to shadows in my mind, my heart refuses to hold the scars and so quickly weeds the memories of 'shit' off its flesh. Thus, we remain still open, still wide, still soaking up every inch of the possible, still deeply flirting with the ridiculous commercialized and packaged concept of love and loving. At 25 (almost), one must really know better. My mentor decided that i needed a pep talk today, to summarize our pep talk- he looks at me coldly and says " be smart, have control over your mind and leave your heart to do what your heart does best, that's all my darling. Just love your mind enough to know what's real and what isn't.....," he lets go of the stare smiles and dismisses me from his table...*side glance*

Vancouver-at a dear friends house

 

 

I am looking forward to this month, finally making time to establish my company and the vision that accompanies it, i feel strong. Anything is possible. I am especially grateful to the mentors and lovers the good creator continues to invite into my life, they are epic- epic like the refreshing feeling of splashing clean, clear cold water on one's face. They tell me things that make my inside light up- growing. 

 

Montreal- at the Andy Warhol Exhibition

April, countdown to the day of my birth which is always a huge marker for me, where am i, how am i, how is my being in the now now and where would it like to be in the there there-forth.  however i leave you with some of my flash back kodak moments....and will shortly welcome you into the world i am currently living in and i continue to explore, jump and hoot, love and laugh, cry and moan in the country i was born...

 

Montreal: don't remember where exactly

fambul dem this is how we do...