MJS Creative Landing

I had dinner with my sister last night. She has been encouraging me to write along with other folks. I told her I had lots of stuff written. She then goes on to tell me, "well you already should have your book." I agree to just agree. It has been some time since I have had the inner will to pursue writing as a career. I have another blog I pulled up to remind her that there was a time when I wrote about other things that interested me that had facts and references. I guess I just personally stopped believing in the ability to change things with information that must be read.  Here is a post http://changestobelieve.blogspot.com/ I am trying to believe again. Tuesday, March 31, 2009 Mayor Cory Booker article- Listen Waco Here is an example of leadership in a mayoral fashion from our friends to the north. Waco can take some notes. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lanny-davis/the-purple-leadership-of_b_180795.html I have longed to see viable changes and recognizable investments in g...

Reflecting on the STAR interview method. I can honestly say that this method sucks. I try to move on with my life and not dwell on the good, the bad or the ugly of it all. I aspire to not keep a record of wrong. I want to improve and get better by building on better foundations, but I don't like having to recall all the drama of engaging with white people along the way. All my jobs have been run and operated by white people. Only my time as a student at the HBCU was I under the leadership of Black folks. This makes a difference for me in these assessments. I can remember nothing but people who had my best interest at heart and the HBCU. They were encouraging and forgiving and looking out for a person. There were the two or three incidents that I won't speak of that were a bit shady and over the top, but for the most part, I didn't look at these folk as anything other than people who cared about people and each other. With the world un-melanin-ated it was all together differ...

Essential features of political and sociopolitical life regards games pre-eminently. Look not to the needs of those who day to day would want or need far less for not this distraction, perhaps. But I certainly think this would not dissuade the waste to teeter in other useless areas of glut and greed and avarice.  What lowly self-esteem there is for man. He helps not that so simple of distractions carry him away into rocks that dash and quell the appetite of endless destruction. It feds as long as he is unaware the beast that calls in its muted hush and useless hope. Like the mythical siren they placed them on small islands such as Fight Island and Green Bay or Tampa Bay. And like sheep lead to the slaughter they parade along in mindless fanfare as the thousand year reign drags on in Rome.

Thursday the administration of the 2nd covid shot was executed upon my arm. I felt fine enough to come home and mow the yard. As the day went on I was good. I slept fine, I think. Friday I was groggy and my head was filled full of air and water. I couldn't move without my brain swimming about. That lasted all Friday. Later in the mid morning of Friday I took some over the counter Naproxen and got under the covers. I just lost lots of energy. I had upper body and arm chills. I stayed under the covers all day. I only got up to go potty or turn the outside lights on. I was fatigued. Today I am much better. No light headedness has persisted. The chills have waned. I wanted to get up. I showered. I am getting dressed here soon. I feel like things are getting back on track. However, a few weeks after the first shot I lost the use my left leg a bit. I could walk, but I could not fully engage the groin muscle. I had to lift my leg into bed and out of bed. I had to struggle to drive my stic...

It is said that it takes 28 days to form a new habit. You can't believe everything someone tells you. I can say that after writing for 60 days straight, it is not a habit. I may be in the habit of thinking about writing, but it is not daily and for certain it is not a habit. Some days I have to remember to do this. Other days I have to force myself to do this. Right now is a day when it is fine that I write. I am OK with it. I have broken a many of habits. I quit smoking in my early 30's. Actually the cigarettes were taken from me through delivery by the Holy Spirit. I can't lie about that. I quit smoking dope. I quit smoking cloves. I quit smoking Bidis. I quit drinking brandy. I quit eating almonds and pistachios because they made my chest and heart reel with pain to point that I could not breathe well. They went the way of mother's milk and teething rings, and diapers;- though, diapers are back on the horizon as age and gravity do there thing with bladders and sphinc...

Supposedly I am suppose to dig deeper. I am suppose to be in the throws of birth pains and to some extent birthing something from within that needs to come into the world. I am to be pushing. Push! Push! "Ice Cream Soda Water Lemonade tell me the letter of your boyfriends name." Of course this is one of those songs that little black girls sing differently from little other girls. I googled it. I read that we all have gifts. We need to share these gifts with the world. Our gifts will be reveal to us. We all will discover our gifts. Our gifts will be uncovered. "Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack all Dressed in Black Black Black with 24 buttons buttons buttons up and down her back back back." Some of our minds are so full of information and ideas that it could might well be hard to distinguish your gift from your talent. It might well be that the brain is so full of of triviality that it has missed that connection to the heart and spirit and fell off the wagon of impregnation a...

In my city I cannot drive down many streets without seeing the Catholic Church Propaganda machine in action. Whether it's billboards or Yard Signs, without ceasing, the city is pummeled with their version of a solution. In my town, the Catholic Church owns over 30 million dollars in tax shielded buildings and property alone. Many members of these communities (living breathing people) circle their wagons in business and belief. That's a lot of propaganda power. That's a lot of shame and guilt. That's a lot of... If people were really open to solutions, we would not see these signs. I mean if people were really open to solutions that require human beings to be humans doing the work God, Christ, and the Holy Spirit actually called us to do, these billboards and signs would actually not be necessary. How about equal access to financial mobility. What say you to fair life sustaining wages. How about you walk with young girls and women and provide them with opportunities to b...

Almost over! Yes, this storm faces the light at the end of the tunnel.  Literal light. Sun light.  High light. Weather day highs and clear weather nights.  As bleak as it is the days to come will be brighter.  The days to come will bring budding tress, blooming flowers, and growing green blades of St. Augustine. The slow slush of ice and melting snow makes way for increased speeds. Cars will once again elbow one another jockeying for position for the two block stretch between green lights too soon turning yellow flights. Once again noises can careen from the event center across the street. Those echoed voices from the block will be less amplified for the deaden void is alive. Where problems rose to evident themselves returns absentminded dithering and mindless progress unfocused on the threat just ahead. No one will think as much as they thought the week before. No one will be so presently cognizant. But somehow they and we will be alright. It's gone be alright.

July 5, 2019 was the last day I held a full-time job. It came with a bi-weekly paycheck. It was a 30k a year job. It had awful managers' of people. It had shady business practices. It served seniors with too much money, too much vanity and not enough sense. You know when you are in a place where everyone is too smart for their own good. This place is hell for a progressive, moral compassed, soul seeking person to serve and who is unashamed of justice and calm. So in 5 more months it will have been 2 years of basically very little employment income. How have I done it? Well, I drove Uber for a few months in 2019. I fled to Virginia and ended up there during the onset of the pandemic. My cousin generously gave me a few thousand dollars. I withdrew 7,000.00 from Edward Jones Retirement in January 2020 before Covid-19 hit. I did three weeks of part-time temp work for a preschool in Virginia Beach, March 2020. I got back to Texas late April 2020 and applied for unemployment. Thankfully ...

Jesus was not recorded as writing anything noteworthy; however, Jesus stooped down in the sand and wrote something with his finger. Writing something with your finger in the sand is a sure sign that it is not written in stone. What a powerful sign of grace. What is not written in stone for the woman who was caught in the middle of committing adultery, was indeed written by the Son of God in the sand. How great is the One who does not hold our sins against us. Who, after writing "something" in the sand, stood erect  and said unto "them," -- Let him who has not sinned cast the first stone. Then He stoop and stood a second time and no one was there to blame her. Yes there is law Yes Christ fulfilled the law Yes Christ died to save Yes We are saved because of God's Grace and not our works! Amen 

In this land a warmth so envelops one that one dare not look straight on to see By contrast in this land there is no need to see or hear or feel or be