You are a light that shines...

A Blue eyed soul singer named Bobby Caldwell wrote Open your Eyes in 1980. Its a song about a man who attempts to lift up his love interest asking her to open her eyes to love. Many of us live in shadows from time to time. In many cases we create our own shadows running from the bright light seeking shelter from the brilliance of our success, achievements and gifts. A quick story, the Statue of Liberty is known as the symbol of freedom in the United States, but few know that the Statue of Liberty was also a lighthouse. For 15 years the Statue of Liberty stood as a a navigational symbol and could be seen 24 miles away, welcoming immigrants and sailors into America. You've seen the statue, right arm raised, good book in the left hand, crown atop her head. It serves as a great symbol of freedom. Another image that has a similar connection to freedom features two men Tommie Smith and John Carlos. Well before I was born, these two brothers raised their arms for African American freedom and justice through a powerful, yet stunning act of protest against racial injustice.

is arguably one of the most prolific photos of peaceful protest recognized throughout the world. Somehow raising an arm to the sky symbolizes light. From the action movie hero to the modern DJ fist pump, the arm raised in the sky is powerful gesture. Football players score a touchdown, point up. When you hear your favorite song on the radio or in church…boom, your arm goes up. Marathon runners cross the finish line with both arms raised celebrating the glory, showing a symbol of mastering mind over matters. Its is the mind that matters in Love. Where do you place your mind? Daily we put our guard up as we prepare to tackle traffic jams, printer jams and co-worker jams. Co-worker jam? Yeah, we all have them, the one co-worker who takes up more time than you wish, yet somehow their story continues to become your business. Why you? Because you have that light. You ever sit in the woods without bug spray? Not for long right? Bugs, flies and bees all find their way to you. I did some quick research this morning, a NYU report says… Scientists have identified several proteins found in mosquitoes’ antennae and heads that latch on to chemical markers, or odorants, emitted from our skin. These markers are produced by the natural processes of our bodies and, like neon signs, they let the mosquitoes’ smell center know you’re around (though the process that then guides them to you is not well understood). Flies and mosquitoes share a number of the same genes that dictate production of these odorant-binding proteins, which have specific sites that will catch or bind with certain chemicals in the air. Some scientists suggest that certain characteristics attract mosquitoes, thereby leading us to have more bites than others. Some of the top candidates: the amount of carbon dioxide in the breath, pregnancy, body temperature, alcohol and odorant markers based on blood type. I love science, it has always intrigued me. Yet, I'm also a believer of God. Can you find him in the paragraph above? Let me assist... though the process that then guides them to you is not well understood This small line of copy gives proof that your light can be seen, smelled and sensed by all creatures. What's the first song you remember learning in school about lights. "This little light of mine…" yeah, yeah…we all know the words. But why aren't we letting our lights shine? Why do we turn our backs to the world and covet our happiness, shield our joy? Why is it easy to spot a happy person? Because they light up the room when they walk in the door. But lets face it, we can't be happy every day. Or can we. Whenever I leave the house I check for 3 things. Wallet, Keys and Phone. Once I feel the correct bulges in my pockets I type in my alarm and proceed. Yet on my door I have the serenity prayer. Some days I read it, some days I fly out of the house, hoping I can change the things that have an affect on me. Weird. In that pivotal moment of the day I chose to leave my light. Instead of checking for Attitude, mood and praise, I focus on gifts, triggers and clicks. Some of us take more than their wallet, keys and phone…(smile). On my way to work I often see this Georgia Tech student walking to class. This lean naturally curly haired lady walks at least 2 miles with her Back pack, lunch bag, purse and what I would hope is a workout bag. Daily she wears high heels and dresses fashionably well. She can only move about 20 steps a minute without shifting bags. On occasion I'll sit at a red light and see her face in the rear view mirror as she approaches the corner that leads into Tech. Her expression? Pure misery. Her make up and hair are all over the place, bags falling off her arms, rolling her ankles. Truly a sight to see. why? because her light wasn't packed, she left it at home, but brought all types of baggage with her. At some point we all have to open our eyes to love and spread love. We have to raise our arms up and let the light shine. In our cubes, in our gym, in our churches. Interesting how we remember the times when we once held that light high. You know way back when we were the person bringing in the sunshine, like one of my favorite Jimmy Dean commercials. Shine on! Don't let the world take your light down. Stand on the podium for what you believe in. Be strong enough to leave the house with Joy, Faith and Peace, and if you need to bring your keys, wallet and phone…do so. One note before I close. In 1902 the statue of liberty stopped the lighthouse program because of funding. The American Electric Manufacturing Company decided that paying Albert E. Littlefield $1000 dollars per year to light the torch at dusk was expensive. IF you've ever climbed the Statue of Liberty you'd know how difficult that job was. During a time when electricity was for the rich and kerosene lamps lit most of New York City. Fortunately, Mr. Littlefield knew a few things about electricity. Just imagine his pride, having the ability to feed his family by lighting the torch for the world to see, turning on Freedom every night. You have that same freedom, you can choose to be in the shadows or you can choose to raise your arm high and let the world see your joy. Well, I guess we all can't go walking around with our arms in the sky. Yet somehow I believe that if mosquitos can find you, so can the rest of the world. Share your light so we can make a change. Be encouraged through your faith, do a simple concordance search in your book of praise for these words "You Are A Light" and let God lead you. En peace.

in the cloud

The cloud ran with me. I ran in the mist. I was open. They call it fog, I call it God. The cloud pushed me. Beyond words, the music, the energy and the blessing that I call life transported me from point alpha to point omega. My mind open, my heart pumping life. simply life. life is simple breathe in peace exhale joy. The cloud ran with me. Focused on my fear of God vs man, I know you can understand, and I pray that you can. So inspirational how the man made fog can disturb your jog, joy and justice. Yet when the clouds come down to the ground, heaven is on earth. The angels surf the sky and all is peaceful. The cloud ran with me. I was in the cloud and in heaven. Relaxed, on the mend, rebounding from the depths of darkness. I sought a bright moment and was blessed with sunlight while in the cloud. If you were there, if you could feel the mist on my brow you would see the tears I shed when I realized only one mile remained ahead. Mind over matter, matters when God lifts you above the odds and whispers words in your ears, around the ipod, through the wires. You can't comprehend the words...it simply enters your body, flushes out the drama and enters your mind as an idea, a moment of love so deep that you smile. The cloud ran with me. I ran in the midst of the mist. joy is god. Peace to you and peace to the earth. en faith.

Silent is the wind as it blows to the east. Warm is the echo felt by the leaves. My calm is Colombian brew, my serenity is now. In search of standards, specifications & solutions? Adlib adjustments accordingly & accurately attain balance, in work, play and recreation. Strange days occur, bright moments happen, bliss is birth, while bitterness just fades as the clouds float by. Effortless emotions ponder. Sliding down a slippery road of gratitude will create humility, justice and freedom. Be careful of the happiness gradient there's banding. Wordplay. Wanderlust. Wonderful. Wisdom. Wrong. Wretched. Worse. Weird. Whoa. Wind. Well-water. Worry-not. Welcome. Witty. We. Grateful. Gracias. Good. Grinding. Grizzly. Graphics. Grandeur. Grifter. Gauge. Grove st. Six Mile. Littlefield. Gray. Grey. Gripe. Gaze. Go. Chicago. Cool. Hot Atlanta. News York. Hope. Haze. Hello. Detroit summer. Austin Heat. Seattle coffee. Ramble, Ruckus. Resolve. Reflect. Raw. Furry is my mind, brain, heart full of cheese molded in some areas, edible in most. I would break away the fur if it weren't for the animal rights issues. Mold is an animal right? So silent is my voice, probably because i've exercised the wrong muscles. Pumping iron makes you lazy especially when the cardio lacks lust. Jump into my flow, instead of naming my dog Cardio why not call it ego? "Here Ego" watching it jump and prance, sleep and eat and stink up the place. Ego would be so loyal. Perhaps I'll get two dogs. Cardio and Ego. So they could play with each other...after all its what dogs do. Wordplay. Wanderlust. Wonderful. Wisdom. Wrong. Wretched. Worse. Weird. Whoa. Wind. Well-water. Worry-not. Welcome. Witty. We. Grateful. Gracias. Good. Grinding. Grizzly. Graphics. Grandeur. Grifter. Gauge. Grove st. Six Mile. Littlefield. Gray. Grey. Gripe. Gaze. Go. Chicago. Cool. Hot Atlanta. News York. Hope. Haze. Hello. Detroit summer. Austin Heat. Seattle coffee. Ramble, Ruckus. Resolve. Reflect. Raw. Loud is the rain as it falls on my steel gates. Drip, drip, drip. Cool is the fan felt on my skin. My joy is the dominican dream, my energy is she. In search of protection, privacy, pride, pause and pain. framing the focus to fall on fabric for fates fear fun. Happy days are here again.

My Crush

My crush. Distant, dark, safe and tucked away in the memoirs of my mind.  Days of building, mending, and erasing the ways we could meet and spend my time. Rewound the touch, quenched my taste and shelved the journey that could expose my heart.  For a secret of the heart is safer than one in the mind at real-time & of my design.  One day, could be, but today I'll be satisfied with the little light that warms my joy to explore us from afar.

Hyperlinks in effect

Lets see how many hyper links I can create on obamas birthday. Tutorials are hard to find but you can just about find anything on youtube these days. So if you don't know how to create stuff, now you know.

Split, quick run fast joe. Cuz the fuzz don't want you no mo. Greetings regret you can have the guest room. Gloom and Doom will be by to visit in the mornin. Keep moving in the right direction, wrong decision always turns into right direction don't you agree. WTF maybe? What did you say my good man? Can I kick it. Yes I can, blackman and what about you. Making life seem worthless or worth less than what you dealing with now? Work the rights and right the wrong, place those lyrics in your songs.

en peace. good to be back.

Wurk the plan.

Until recently I've been consumed with work. Tireless days of planning the creative of our network. Many days and sleepless nights have pushed me into a zone of selfless accomplishments. Leading the blind, following the deaf and Im the mute that has to translate it all. Follow my words and youll get confused, follow my wisdom and youll find the path. Now it becomes a tougher task to manage when the deaf are introducing blind concepts. not only can I be expected to orally deliver a blind sermon, I also have to configure the translations for the masses. But, wait. The blind now understand. It is me who has slowly become deaf.