Category Archives: Life.

Dairy of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am Pt. 12

Advertisements We are who we say we are. Standing in the footlights paving a road others can follow. We are on the top of the mountain looking around at the terrain we have traveled. We are all need rest like air but … Continue reading

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Sunday Sermon for 10/10/10: The art of seeing the blessings.

Advertisements I am blessed. I got good times and bad times just like you; but I stay blest. I am a blessing, seeing blessings all around, expecting blessing and constantly receiving them. If you woke up you are blessed, perhaps with … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Part 10

Advertisements The din of the Theater Godz is deafening; their roar stills the rest of the world.We are about to be born. The portal is opening. Zen time. Rubber meets road here, but the time to bemoan final fates is past. … Continue reading

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Dairy of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Part 8

Advertisements Yeah though I walk though the valley of shadow. I will remember to be the light. I will lead by example. Head high first into the fray; last to leave the field. I lead the charge by serving the story, … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 7

Advertisements Blood on the stage. Well not on the stage but in the theater. No we’re not capping at each other… yet. We remain focused in the portal; we go forward in spite of all but the bumps of discord slamming incessantly at our … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt.6

Advertisements Its dark in the portal, as dark as the inside of the womb. We are being birthed. Its quite here except for the sound of rhythm pitched just above the hum of white noise. We are traveling faster than light; its impossible … Continue reading

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Sermon for 10/3/10: How will you be remembered?

When Mike Wallace asked Sister Thea Bowman how she would like to be remembered, she replied, “I want them to say: She tried.”
I want to be remembered for saying the words whispered in my ear.

Remember me swinging nouns and verbs like swords.
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The Builder

Advertisements There was once a builder who had a great desire to create. The builder longed for a space that could be called his own so that he could create things of great beauty. He thought to surround himself with … Continue reading

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A pocket full of Cowrie

Advertisements Sometimes you see yourself and it’s like you have been missing yourself. You are surprised by the reflection in the mirror.We spend so much time chasing goals. We reach one and barely stop to savor its sweetness before we … Continue reading

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