A Thought For Your Monday

Posted on June 2, 2014 by Lydia | Leave a comment

texture (Photo credit: Friendbrook Meadows)

“I believe, I believe every day is a good day when you paint.” ~ Bob Ross

Answer this question: Every day is a good day when I _______. On this Monday morning, I dare you to answer the question and let your mind and passions run free. Do what you must, to turn your day into an amazing one; one worthy of a self-satisfied smile at the end of the day. Go on, have a spectacular day!

Week 22, The 52 Project

Posted on June 1, 2014 by Lydia | 2 Comments

The Little Picasso

I began this project intent on not missing a week. Unfortunately, illness and family obligations overwhelmed me to the point that I totally forgot last week’s photo. As they say, it’s not the falling but the getting up that is important, so I am back with a photo for Week 22 of The 52 Project.

This week, I have a photo of one of my little Picassos. This is my g’son, B., and he loves to paint. He has all the painting accoutrements, and I am especially pleased because I bought them for him as a birthday present, and it is heartening to see them bring him so much joy. Since he received them, he’s become a pint-sized artist. My wish for him is that as he grows older, he maintains his child-like curiosity.

Creative Writing Saturday

Posted on May 31, 2014 by Lydia | Leave a comment

Cover of Maya Angelou

Thank You, Lord

I see You
Brown-skinned,
Neat Afro,
Full lips,
A little goatee.
A Malcolm,
Martin,
Du Bois.
Sunday services become sweeter when you’re Black,
Then I don’t have to explain why
I was out balling the town down,
Saturday night.

Thank you, Lord
I want to thank you, Lord
For life and all that’s in it.
Thank You for the day
And for the hour and for the minute.
I know many are gone,
I’m still living on,
I want to thank You.

I went to sleep last night
And I arose with the dawn,
I know that there are others
Who’re still sleeping on,
They’ve gone away,
You’ve let me stay.
I want to thank You.

Some thought because they’d seen sunrise
They’d see it rise again.
But death crept into their sleeping beds
And took them by the hand.
Because of Your mercy,
I have another day to live.

Let me humbly say,
Thank you for this day
I want to thank You.

I was once a sinner man,
Living unsaved and wild,
Taking my chances in a dangerous world,
Putting my soul on trial.
Because of Your mercy,
Falling down on me like rain,
Because of Your mercy,
Falling down on me like rain,
Because of Your mercy,
When I die I’ll live again,
Let me humbly say,
Thank You for this day.
I want to thank You. ~ Maya Angelou