I hope that most people who read my post don’t think that I’m full of rage and anger because I’m not.
I am simply a Black man who has been through a lot of trials, and who’s well-traveled, analytical, educated, and brave enough to speak my mind. I really don’t care if my reality has a dismal aspect. It is simply what I’ve experienced in my life, good, bad, and ugly.
Though many Black people don’t speak their true minds, I do my best to encourage them to speak their minds in response to my opinions, even if they disagree with me. I won’t shun them. Sometimes they do comment on my posts. Sometimes they do so in private. Many despise me because of my views as oppose to discussing why they feel differently. That their “monkey”, not mine. I will explain “The Monkey” in a future post.
But I am only sharing with you how I managed through The Revolution that we’re currently in. …And, through the trials that you may experience.
For one, I manage through practicing daily meditation. I’ve done so for about 30 years. I have posted on meditation, as well as on prayer, which too is a long-time daily practice of mine. I do grounding as well. All these things keep me at a higher vibration in spite of expressing frustrations with the things that I’ve experienced. …The things I experienced today. …The trials in which I’ve endured.
But this post is about music. Music is a big part of my life. I see it as the background theme music of every scene and mood in my daily life. …As if my life is video content. I use music to calibrate my mood and spirit whenever it requires calibration.
It’s been a minute since I’ve posted on Seasons As Our Teacher. Well, it’s been maybe a few weeks.
Well, like everyone else, I experience challenges, disappointments, opportunities, victories, and failures every day. Let’s be real. Look at the Season we’re in! I was telling a good friend the other day that every week of my life could be a movie in itself.
I meet interesting people, encounter interesting situations, and try to always to look at them through a spiritual lens. I find that when I look at people, places, and things through a spiritual lens, it makes it easier to discern.
Think about it, if you look at the person and look at their personality and the details of what they said, what you said, and what you did, it gets all complicated. But when I look at it as spirit, then you’re able to just decide if it’s a spirit that elevates or ignites you, or if it’s a spirit that doesn’t. It’s just that simple.
I can apply the same thing to things such as addictions or cigarettes or eating disorders or whatever, or I can go through all of the analysis paralysis that I used to do. Today, I simply say, Is it a good spirit or bad spirit? It makes life less complicated.
In my return, I decided to return to Poetrimony. It is my go-to. Often when I go to parks, I sit and write poetry or songs.
I started writing poetry actually about 20 years ago and. In my first poem; I can remember it clearly. It was called Upside Down. I was in a lot of pain at this time. My poetry has been very therapeutic for me
I recommend that anyone who writes, actually I recommend that everyone writes, but I highly recommend that you date what you write. Because I did that for about 20 years, and I can think about the things that were going on at the time that I wrote a particular poem or a particular story or narrative simply by looking at the date.
When I wrote this poem Upside Down, I was in pain, but at the same time that I was in pain, I had a lot of blessings before me that I was ignoring. I could have turned that pain upside down. I remember the repeated stanza in that poem was:
I was looking from the upside-down.
I was putting the upside down
Only to realize that in this pain
My life would be turned around.
…The very first poem I wrote. This was back in the year 2000 or early 2000.
Most of what I write, I just keep to myself. I have a lot of writings, songs and poems to share.
So, as I return from life’s road and seasons have been my teacher, I return with poetry, Poetrimony. I have many, many stories to share behind these poems. But I tend only to write about them when I feel in my spirit that I want to write and post them. I feel that way today.
What I did below pick out some poems. They’re all random. There’s no hidden meaning or agenda. I won’t have the dates. So, you won’t know exactly what was going on at that time. But I will give you a little glimpse into what occurred that motivated each poem. I return with Poetrimony. Poetrimony kind of hard to say. Poetrimony is part poem, part testimony, part spirit, part life.
It embodies my journey on life’s road. It embodies Seasons As My Teacher.
“God is said to have written Scripture and Nature.” – Wic
I am very excited to feature fellow blogger Wic, and giving him a grand showcasing.
A few weeks ago, I found fellow bloggers with whom I connected in several ways, namely in perspective on life, love, and spirituality, just by reading their posts. I posted comments to several of their posts and asked their permission to feature them on my site.
Wic gave me permission a week ago, but I have been so busy that I had become drained and had to get away from computers, blogging, television, and all things media. Do you ever get that way as a blogger? I hope that Wic appreciates that I was not going to force introducing him to my followers. I just can’t do things normally. My friends from New Orleans says that I always have to “add cayenne” to everything I do.
As I mentioned in a post comment, I no longer hold on to old relationships that don’t vibe with who I am today just because of history or tradition. Many of those relationships were simply held together by kinship, religion, race, or class, but not by spiritual connection. None of these things have anything to do with my true spirit, my true essence, today.
Therefore, in these crucial times, I have abandoned many relationships, including family ones, that do not elevate my spirit. Instead, I find adventure in meeting new kindred spirits randomly, such as Wic’s.
“My God is a wild untamed God, who throws stars into space and sits with me, relaxed, and communes in the forest. How about yours.” – Wic
Today I woke up feeling melancholy again, with Seasons on my mind.
Seasons are always on my mind. The theme of this blog is Seasons As Our Teacher. I gained discernment about Seasons from nature. God’s breath rests comfortably within nature. Therefore, I spend time in nature to gain God’s understanding. In a sense, when nature speaks to me, God is speaking to me.
This post is another mashup. I love doing mashups because they reveal how eclectic and complex, I’ve become. But my complexity is not of my own doing. I am complex because of complex times and experiences. We’re in a complex Season.
We are in a revolution whether you recognize it or deny it. We are in the midst of the New World Order and must adapt to the Season, just as nature does.
This post features poems related to Seasons and the melancholy spirit that I feel in this moment. To accentuate my spirit, I’ve selected original poems, and songs from popular artists, who feel or have felt this same sentiment.