Wednesday, February 20

Hitting the 'Publish' Button

All I want to do is  pose a question to people who write, and that means just about everyone! You do a minimum of emails don't you?

I wonder, and would really like to know: what goes through your mind each time you write, and are about to hit that key that sends your work into cyber space and as far as the ends of the world, (as long as the internet exist there). What?
I sometimes muse (this word again!!) and muse over whether I want to put whatever it is I am writing out there, whether it will mean something to someone, will anyone learn a lesson from it? Will it make someone smile or even hoot with unrestrained laughter? Does it make sense to someone? Will it bring pleasure to whoever reads it?! What happens when it lands on their device, or they stumble on it some place?

I pray about my posts, because it is serious business for me, and secondly because I dont believe there is any point wasting time sharing stuff if all its going to do is hit a blank wall. I rather do it for my own pleasure anyway, you get?

What is your last thought before your hit 'publish' or 'send,' whatever the case may be. *signing* I want to know...(Jimmy Cliff).
Pray, share.

Be Free oh.

Picture credit: Emily
http://www.chattingatthesky.com/2013/02/20/on-giving-up-frantic I couldnt find a more apt picture, and it came right on time!

Friday, February 15

...These Customs

Goldie, (Nigerian musician) died last night.  One would say what a day to die, but is there any good day to die? Young, vibrant and  successful she was.  But she just...died!  And ‘after a brief illness.’ I have always wondered how that justifies anything. 'after a brief illness'.'  Whether serious, long or brief, somebody died! Somebody. Died.

So, because she was young, this is unexpected (as any death is) and so we are all shocked. I just had a brief (oops) BB chat with a colleague; she had sent out  broadcast to wish her contacts a good  weekend; I responded that she ought to show this love in kind, and that she had better think about it because I could die tomorrow for all she knows and then she would be really sorry. She replied with a 'God forbid!!!’ Her broadcast reminded me again of all the ones I received from yesterday until this morning, on love and death. That  gave birth to this muse.

Why do we begin to soberly reflect only after something has happened? The entire social media become agog, everyone talks about it, then after a while it is all gone? Why are we only gingered by customs or traditions, some of which comes up only once in a while? I mean, values should be a part of our lives, a daily,  constant  occurrence right?
My colleague is not the only one who would have responded the way she did, I would have done the same myself. However, whether we like or accept it or not, death is certain; it mostly never announces itself, it respects no one. Why are we then afraid of it and shocked when it happens? I concede that we are human, and must never lose our emotions and the ability to actually feel. But I do not want to need (grammar construction deliberate!) the shock to jolt me into looking inward and thinking deeply; to reflecting about life, to forgiving those who have offended me. I do not want to be like that! I want to understand the inevitability of death, accept it and not let its fear rule me.

I found some sort of peace and clarity the day I heard some say: 'death does not shock God, He doesn’t see it the way we do, as far as He is concerned, it’s the stepping out of one door and into another'. This freed me in some way, especially since we lost not only mother, but mother's entire siblings and more, almost at a go! Sometimes I just think, what more can happen?

I don't want to have to send broadcasts or be a certain (good) way each time something (good or bad) happens and immediately revert to type shortly after it passes. I don’t want to be that fickle. *sad face*. We really should be 'instant in season and out of season.'

It is sad that this young lady has left us, but 'these things happen for our examples', the Bible says.

Love God, love people, love life; be free.

Be Free Oh.
PS/ I have no idea how to title this post!! 

Monday, February 4

My Personal Muse

This post is basically a run-down of the buzzing in my head these last few days. Do post your comments/responses if you have any, they just may give me clarity! Because, seriously, I really wonder!

Do you ever wonder why you do the things that you do? If you were asked to give reasons for doing the things that you do, or believe in, would you be able to? Take a minute, and think about, and try to justify firmly, why or why not. I wish I didn't have to use this example, but I am reading a book right now that caused me to ask myself, perhaps more seriously than ever: 'do I really want to get married, if yes, why?' The book also set me off into pondering on very many other questions.

Next: Who or what determines the things that happen to you, the course of your day, your life?Yourself, others, circumstances, God? Who? Or are we firm believers in chance and luck, accepting everything that comes our way as fate? I recently felt outraged that some entity think that it is up to them to decide where I go and when. As far as I am concerned and based on the promises God has made me, I believe I am largely responsible for the outcome of my day, and how my life turns out. (Even with God, it is a matter of choice, so: what is my choice?) Dunno if this makes sense. Musings, musings!

On fashion: I am no fashion expert, and I hesitate here but I wonder why and how one would combine patterned shawls and pashmina with patterned/coloured outfits! From what I know (of myself) pashminas are meant to keep away the cold and chill or to cover up the expanse of skin that those dresses we just must wear expose, as well as of course form part of a fashion signature (cold or no cold, you can work a pashmina into your outfit for the purpose of style) however, I would think that plain pashminas complement patterned clothes more. Sometimes too, the way the pashmina is draped around the body can either make or mar one's dressing: smart or drab or downright dowdy; especially when the pashmina is a mass of wrinkles! A wrinkled pashmina is unforgivable to me o! 

On habits. Been into this guy's blog http://zenhabits.net a lot in the past few months, and what I like about his writing is the 'easy' steps and tips to doing whatever it is you need to do. He is a great advocate of  'starting small,' something we hardly consider when starting to 'build' (or tear down, as the case may be!)
However, as someone who recently shed a difficult habit, (someone asked me if it was smoking; I leave you to wonder) I find that just because it is said that a habit is broken in 21 days does not automatically mean that the temptation to go back to it disappears! No way. I find myself so sorely tempted on a daily basis, and here, we have gone past the 21-days mark, by almost double! It takes a will to decide to or not to. #Beware.

On 'putting your house in order,' this is one thought that triggered a great many others recently. How many people identify with the habit of giving tailors fabrics, and then never going back for them? I was transported almost 25 years into the past a few days ago, where I saw, and vividly remembered this tailor I gave my tan chinos fabric to make pants; I never went back for it. Fast forward many years, I 'see' many a great litter of fabrics in tailoring shops all over the place! It just occurred to me that part of putting our houses in order is tying up loose ends, which in this case, includes tidying up with tailors!
I rest my case (or muse, if you like) for now.

Be Free oh.
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