And as I sit …
And as I sit here, trying to compose another short blurb on the journey, I reflect. So much has happened in the past few months, it’s almost unbelievable. I dare not ask, “What next?” I love my family and I’m loving life right about now.
What would you do for love? I gave birth, laying my life on the line six times, and successfully delivered three who help keep me grounded. I sacrificed my entire being for love. I died in artistic spirit, to be reborn into this thing called a journey … an excursion of verbiage that leads to endless possibilities.
And as I sit here, reflecting … I am anxiously awaiting the first time airing of the BET film, “Multitude of Mercies.” I’ve studied under the writers. Who knows? My film may be next…
Peace~
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Friday, November 25, 2005
Thankstaking
It's that time of year again, and people traveled everywhere to be with family and friends. We went to my sister's house, and the spread was laid. Well, we arrived there, late as usual. I'm working on that people! But that didn't deter hungry stomachs.
I can't speak for anyone other than myself. My plate was lined with wonderful delectable portions. I had baked macaroni and cheese, rice and stuffing with giblet gravy, collard greens, string beans, wonderful potato salad, a mini cornbread muffin, a small slice of turkey and some cranberry sauce.
I sat ... I ate ... And I slept ... All in the same spot. It was the best rest I've had in weeks. The funny thing is, I decided to eat dessert between naps. You see what time it is now. Everyone in the house is asleep, and I'm recalling yesterday's dinner. (I will be going back to help her get rid of leftovers). You don't appreciate them until you run out of food... LOL
Anyway, we finally finished editing the proofs, and believe me, I didn't know so much went into the process. I was more laid back last time. My team of editors did their thing, though. My hat goes off to you all.
Okay, so just get ready for the holiday season, and remember that each day is a gift from God. What you do with it is your gift to him. Thanksgiving is something we should do everyday. So, try and give more thanks than you take.
Be blessed, and Happy Reading!
I can't speak for anyone other than myself. My plate was lined with wonderful delectable portions. I had baked macaroni and cheese, rice and stuffing with giblet gravy, collard greens, string beans, wonderful potato salad, a mini cornbread muffin, a small slice of turkey and some cranberry sauce.
I sat ... I ate ... And I slept ... All in the same spot. It was the best rest I've had in weeks. The funny thing is, I decided to eat dessert between naps. You see what time it is now. Everyone in the house is asleep, and I'm recalling yesterday's dinner. (I will be going back to help her get rid of leftovers). You don't appreciate them until you run out of food... LOL
Anyway, we finally finished editing the proofs, and believe me, I didn't know so much went into the process. I was more laid back last time. My team of editors did their thing, though. My hat goes off to you all.
Okay, so just get ready for the holiday season, and remember that each day is a gift from God. What you do with it is your gift to him. Thanksgiving is something we should do everyday. So, try and give more thanks than you take.
Be blessed, and Happy Reading!
Monday, November 21, 2005
A New Definition for Homelessness
A New Definition for Homelessness…
God has a way of placing people where they need to be, just so I can meet them, or they can meet me. The children and I were on the set of another film, where the youngest had two lines. The older were present, but did more acting than speech. They laughed.
It was cold. We redid takes, thanks to DC’s lovely Sunday traffic, but we had fun. Our fellow brothers, whose residence is where we stood, were the eggs in the cake. We moved our location for filming, where we had the opportunity to “freeze.” That took more time than we had expected, but it was fun. (The sun kept us warm as the day progressed).
While filming the “freeze scene,” a woman dressed elegantly, with a wonderful cape stood on the sides. When I got a glimpse of her, I realized that I had worked with her in a “Roll On” production. Nice. It was good to see her.
She asked me how I was doing. I shared that my living situation hadn’t changed since the last time I had seen her. Her presence and gentle conversation completed the cake. Then I said, “We’re still homeless.” We may not have a place to call our own, but we have a place to lay our heads. That place is warm in the winter and cool in the summer. We don’t have to worry about bed mites … or other creepy crawlies that bother people at night. She told me to be thankful for all of that.
I heard her … I really heard her. Homelessness isn’t being without a place to call your own. It’s not even living on the streets. Homelessness is defined as having absolutely nowhere to call home. With my faith and trust in God, and all that he is doing to continually provide for my children and me, we have a place to call home. There is Heaven here on Earth.
But where is it? Our country is at war … people are dying of AIDS … children are still killing one another, and have even taken it to the schools and football games …
Here, as all the
Earth is
Anguishing and
Vying for
Everything,
Newness comes…
It’s a change of heart. I believe that all things work together for my good, because I love God, through his son, Jesus Christ. I therefore, have a newness of mind. My outlook on life had become skewed because of how I saw and reacted to my current situation. But today (a new day) I’ve found heaven … here on earth. And as long as I’ve got Heaven in View, (as 5th El put it) I can live understanding what true homelessness is. And we are simply preparing for our next place … Wherever the Lord provides.
JW
God has a way of placing people where they need to be, just so I can meet them, or they can meet me. The children and I were on the set of another film, where the youngest had two lines. The older were present, but did more acting than speech. They laughed.
It was cold. We redid takes, thanks to DC’s lovely Sunday traffic, but we had fun. Our fellow brothers, whose residence is where we stood, were the eggs in the cake. We moved our location for filming, where we had the opportunity to “freeze.” That took more time than we had expected, but it was fun. (The sun kept us warm as the day progressed).
While filming the “freeze scene,” a woman dressed elegantly, with a wonderful cape stood on the sides. When I got a glimpse of her, I realized that I had worked with her in a “Roll On” production. Nice. It was good to see her.
She asked me how I was doing. I shared that my living situation hadn’t changed since the last time I had seen her. Her presence and gentle conversation completed the cake. Then I said, “We’re still homeless.” We may not have a place to call our own, but we have a place to lay our heads. That place is warm in the winter and cool in the summer. We don’t have to worry about bed mites … or other creepy crawlies that bother people at night. She told me to be thankful for all of that.
I heard her … I really heard her. Homelessness isn’t being without a place to call your own. It’s not even living on the streets. Homelessness is defined as having absolutely nowhere to call home. With my faith and trust in God, and all that he is doing to continually provide for my children and me, we have a place to call home. There is Heaven here on Earth.
But where is it? Our country is at war … people are dying of AIDS … children are still killing one another, and have even taken it to the schools and football games …
Here, as all the
Earth is
Anguishing and
Vying for
Everything,
Newness comes…
It’s a change of heart. I believe that all things work together for my good, because I love God, through his son, Jesus Christ. I therefore, have a newness of mind. My outlook on life had become skewed because of how I saw and reacted to my current situation. But today (a new day) I’ve found heaven … here on earth. And as long as I’ve got Heaven in View, (as 5th El put it) I can live understanding what true homelessness is. And we are simply preparing for our next place … Wherever the Lord provides.
JW
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Living Under Cardboard Roofs
So, I thought I’d get a good night’s rest, just to see that’s is already Saturday morning, and I’ve only had less than an hour for the night. With deadlines on the way, along with a bit of anxiety, I’m faced with a serious hardship.
Many of us take homelessness or the lack thereof for granted. On a daily basis, we should realize that some of us are actually one paycheck away from living below the poverty level. I was told not to say, “I am poor.” But I am constantly reminded that I have no place to call my own.
For those of us, humble enough to grow from under cardboard roofs … let me hear you. I’m looking forward to breaking through! I’m a survivor on this journey, and I’d love to hear from you!
JW
Many of us take homelessness or the lack thereof for granted. On a daily basis, we should realize that some of us are actually one paycheck away from living below the poverty level. I was told not to say, “I am poor.” But I am constantly reminded that I have no place to call my own.
For those of us, humble enough to grow from under cardboard roofs … let me hear you. I’m looking forward to breaking through! I’m a survivor on this journey, and I’d love to hear from you!
JW
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