March Madness

UGH.

March Madness has come to an end. Which for me means, two plays and three concerts w/ my love. The 20th anniversary of Illmatic, was as nice way to finish the series. Nas is so handsome. My dude knew track for track. We had the best time.

I also saw two movies I was dying to see Sunday.

 

The Perks of Being A Wallflower

&

The Grand Budapest Hotel

 

I was geeked. "The Perks.." was everything I expected and more. I was completely thrown by the ending. In a good way. Not that being completely enamored with Emma Watson, helped any. I loved the fragility of everything. The yearn to feel "infinite".

 

The Grand Budapest Hotel was flat out awesome. I had visual orgasms. Beautiful homes and architecture, overfloweth. (Yea it's not a word) A ridiculous ensemble of who's who and did I forget Bill Murray? Oh, yea. I would suggest you see it at the landmark E st. Cinema, where you can enjoy a Makers mark w/ your popcorn.

 

All an all, we had an awesome weekend.  



All Smiles..

This morning I started my day, dancing to the Pointer Sister's "Jump for My Love".
Naked.
Fresh out the shower.
It was soo good I had to run it back.

So needless to say, I'm in the zone.
I've actually stuck to everything I've said I was going to do this year, and I feel amazing for it. Quality friendships.. Stronger. Relationship's dope. Family's actually all on the same page. Minds clearer than ever before and I'm grateful. Blessings keep falling.

Anything/one toxic, I will continue to remove. You don't really get how imperative that is. I haven't watched Basketball Wives or any show promoting excessive miserableness, this month. It's somewhat exhausting dedicating an hour or more to constant arguing/fighting, conniving behavior. Shows, people, energy.. Toodles. 

Muhammad Ali (Parkinson Show) Interview 1974

This first twenty minutes was so captivating. He was everything in his prime.



"It's up to the individuals, and you can't never see it. A man who truly does something from his heart, don't look for things. Nor does he look to see the results."



Muhammad Ali's poem "FRIENDSHIP"



Friendship is a priceless gift that cannot be bought nor sold
But its value is far greater than a mountain made of gold
For gold is cold and lifeless it can neither see nor hear
In time of trouble is powerless to cheer

It has no ears to listen no heart to understand 
It cannot bring you comfort or reach out a helping hand
And so when you ask god for gift be thankful if he send not diamond pearl or riches but the love of a real true friend 




"You can not find diamonds easy. You have to dig, dig and diggg.." -Ali

Monday

Blasting Ellie Goulding's remake, of Elton John's "Your Song"...

Subtle perfection.

Last night, we went to her show.
LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.
Her voice is as feathery and delicate, live.

Had a great weekend. Did some spring cleansing. Bought some white sage and girl scout cookies. Feeling refreshed and lifted. On our way home last night, he just stood there and said "Look. It's soo peaceful out here" ..as soft marshmallow sized snowflakes, fell. DC did look beautiful last night. Looked like a December night actually. A December night, in March.

As I cleansed and reflected, I smiled. Smiled for all those who've come and gone, or I had to let go. Smiled at the times we've laughed. Memories we've made. No need to reflect on the negatives, or why they're gone. Cuz the moments we had worth sharing, were still worth it ..and that's all I'm sure of. You choose your friends like you choose your happiness. An all smiles are accounted for :)

ELLIE GOULDING - Your song

Today... Good Morning :)

Sip

First week of Lent has officially come to a close. I feel calm, clear spirited and refreshed. Just had an impromptu dinner with my love Sierra. Warm days in the city are built for this.

Laugh. Sip. Chew. Sip. Laugh. Sip.

Not to mention, I ran out for lunch. Instead of being lazy, I went to an exhibit up the street. I'm so ready for summer.

Playgrounds

I love new things. Seeing, breathing, living new things. It's a high for me. I just want to do it all. Yet, somehow I tend to treat DC like a little brother. I love NY and California. They're my playgrounds. The creative's, are so fluid there. I love it.

A million things to do besides the club. Which is all I live for. So, I'm a make conscious effort to explore DC. I work in the center of a million museums. It's time to capitalize. Appreciate my backyard.

Took the Time.

On the way home yesterday, I caught an amazing sunset. I really took the time to stand an appreciate it, given this relentless winter we're having. It was, just.. Nice. Cold, but beautiful. I didn't need much more than I was given.

I just felt good.

Woke up to two kisses on my nose this morning..

..an hrs later

I still feel good.

Watermarks

Smile.
It's a disservice to be unhappy. No inauthentic aura's allowed. Let your stillness spill in abundance.

Every one's consumed by diet. By everything they digest, drink, sip and pour, for outer results. Which is nice, but what feeds your soul?

Everything in your circumference leaves a watermark.. a stain. Picture you wearing some fresh ass white clothes on a sunny day. Fresh out the shower. When someone hands you some trash to disperse. Halfway there and you're splashed by some residue. Gross, huh? That's what negative energy feels like to me.

Things we watch, listen to and entertain. All leave watermarks. Stains. Just like everything you place in your body, affects your figure? Everything you allow in your daily circumference, feeds your soul. So many people have an "Oh, well the majority's doing it attitude"

..SO. THE. FUCK. WHAT.

Just about every urban lifestyle show is based around malicious intent and lack or non-existent use of monogamy. Like.. is THIS OUR CULTURE? This is what we're known for. I couldn't picture watching the Cosby show, and grabbing popcorn as Cliff shitted on Claire for Mrs. Judy (at the office). Nor is it one show. It's just about every urban shows, situational format.

Which leads to regurgitated social discussions on loyalty, misogyny, distrust and deception. Everyday. You log onto a site, formed on opinion.. if 80% is guided towards placing blame, projecting self worth, entitlements and superiority? What kind of subconscious watermark would it might leave?

Nothing I'm checking for..

Able

Day two of Lent

..and I'm spent. It's a pleasant kind of exhaustion, but surprising none the less. The more I've sought clarity. The more those I love appeared in need.  An I've extended myself, seamlessly. When at a time I'd most likely shop or plan another trip.. I was just there. And able. Being "Able" to give any peace of mind to anyone you love ..for far be it a moment,  is amazing. Just for the mere fact, I could've been that person. Yet I wasn't. I was able.

I'm able. I'm blessed for that.




Side note: I've lost interest in Scandal. Rhonda Rhimes has stepped it up in Grey's Anatomy. So I'm happy ..and in true Grey's form.. I'm grateful for

"My Person"

..and even more grateful to have "Person's"


"My Person"- bestfriend, confidant, mind-reader, complaint holder, Soul connected lifer