ASL anyone???

No I am not talking about age/sex/location crap. I am referring to American Sign Language (ASL).

On my way to work, I saw a young lady who looks a little lost at the Metro station. Being friendly, I asked her if she was lost. She immediately started signing as fast as she could. I haven't used sign language in years (background: I have cousins that are deaf, and I am hearing impaired), and I had to tell her to slow down. She finally asked where is the Hoffman Building in proximity to the train station. I pointed her in the right direction. She appeared really grateful and relieved. She thanked me immensely and went on about her way.

I walked the opposite direction feeling really good about myself, but in the back of my mind I wondered how long she had been standing there looking or trying to ask for help, and no one answered.

when the smoke clears...

As I am looking through my poetry that I have written over the years, I see a pattern emerging. When all is well within the confines of my little world, I am able to write about anything that comes to mind, and drew images as well. If I had an issue in the love department, that came out in poem, but no visual pictures. Those times I was stressed beyond imagination, nothing comes to me. My creative mind just simply shuts down and waits for the chaos to move on. This also goes for my photography.

Hopefully when the smoke clears, I can start doing what I love most about myself - being creative on paper and behind the camera.

(Damn I need some peace and solace.)

2010.. A New Year...

Well the new decade is only 18 days old, and already people wants to stress me the hell out. I have an agenda this year, and I will a cut a brother or a sister out my life if you want to cause me grief. I'm just getting over my writers block. woo hoo!! Now I have started to crank out some of my poetry once again. I threw my first DC swing party Halloween night. It was off the chain, and is looking forward throwing another one with the demons.

I am still not comfortable in my singleness. A sister gets tired of running into Mr. Right Now. All Mr. Right Now can do is stroke the kitty and get out, if that. Are all of the men that I run into just that insecure to deal with me?? Am I too damn independent?? Or is it that men just don't want to put in the work for a solid, stable relationship? Oh I get it.. I just keep it too real for the man to comprehend.