The Secret – A Year Late

Ok, I’m a year or so late, but I just took the time to watch “The Secret” and while I found it interesting and somewhat enlightening I was surprised that “The Secret” really isn’t a secret at all.
I guess I believe that most all of us are aware on a certain level that we have some level of control of our world based upon our actions. If you sit back and analyze your life – the good, the bad and the indifferent I believe that you will see that your “state of mind” was very similar to the events that transpired.
One portion of DVD that stuck with me was when one of the commentators said something on the lines of “Give it to the Universe” with reference to asking for what it is we want in life, don’t just think it and say you would like but hand it to the universe.
You might ask, “Why did that stick with you?” Well in the Black Church it is a well established fact that if you want change in your life or if you have a problem that you are having trouble tackling you are to “Give it to God” and He will show you the way. So in many ways I found that the theories behind “The Secret” are very similar to those of the Christian teachings.
Another section made mention of having the persona of happiness, love and contentment but the actions of the extreme opposite. Here again, I was able to take a look at the Church and its members. In a previous post I spoke of “Good vs Evil” and how that is really one of the downfalls of our community today (global community). I have had the opportunity of observing a number of men and women proclaiming to be devout Christians and who attend services every Sunday – sometimes twice a day and are usually at Wednesday Bible study as well. These individuals are well versed in Scripture, yet their actions are those of Lucifer himself.
In making the comparison to “The Secret”, these same people are constantly wondering why it is that nothing good is coming to them – “I pray daily, go to church weekly and tithe regularly but my life is still going no where,” might be the lament of anyone of them. So just as you must exude positive energy to receive positive results, one must not just attend services, but lead a life in a similar fashion to Christ in order to receive the bounties.
Ultimately what I found is that “The Secret” is positive motivation to begin to put into action the lessons learned throughout life. As my mother has always told me, “If you want to do something you can – just reach for the sky, because there is no limit to what you can do!”
I’m reaching and I will achieve!

Breast Cancer Month Socks

I’ve been away for a while, but I’ve been working on some of my other creative muses. The pic below is of a pair of socks I made during the “Peas Love Pink” Breast Cancer Awareness event held at Miss Chickpea’s Funky Fibers, one of my two new local knitting shops. It’s a great little shop in Hudson, Ohio with lots of great fibers and staff!

I Love My People – Keep the Movement Going

This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but here it is a day late.

Feeling good to be a Black woman today!
The end of the day has finally arrived! Thank you Jesus! As I hop into my black SUV the late summer sun is beaming and the thermostat reads a whopping 85, which explains why I’m feeling all sticky right now. I tune into the Michael Baisden show on WZAK FM 93.1 and immediately my state of discomfort is washed away as I listen to the brothers talking about the march and rally planned for the next day in Jena, LA. The sun shining down on me as become the beacon and ray of hope in my world as I smile with deep pride.
Not since the Million Man March have I felt such a deep pride in my brothers and sisters, particularly the younger set. My emotions are heightened, but at the same time I’m kicking myself for not being in a position to make that journey – this is history in the making! Many people were still making light of the situation and straddling fences, but I knew deep within my being that the BROTHERS would step up in LARGE numbers to bring attention to one of the many injustices leveled against my people on a daily basis.
Fast forward to this morning. Every morning I awaken to the sounds of the Tom Joyner Morning Show, and today was no different than any other except I also turned on the television to see if the majority media had decided this was a story WORTHY of their coverage. I was pleasantly surprised to see NBC and CNN with reporters on scene reporting back that the buses were rolling in large numbers.
I proudly donned by black apparel in support of the Jena 6 and began my short commute to work. In route I tuned into the Russ Parr Morning Show and caught Rev. Jesse Jackson’s interview. Arriving at work I was pleased to see that many of my co-workers had also donned black in support of the Jena 6 and there was a buzz in the air as everyone wanted to know, “Have you heard anything, has the march started?”
Tuning into to cnn.com we were able to keep an ear and eye on the activities during the day and to see the masses gathered took me back to October 16, 1995 and the bubbling joy I felt as I traveled I-76 to the nation’s capital in a sea of black.
As I wallow in joy this evening my hope is that the Movement continues. I continue to discount the naysayers who have claimed “these were bad boys – they have records.” Well if that were the case I’m sure this would be plastered across the television, newspapers and the blogsphere!
Do I support the act of violence that landed these young men in jail? No, violence is not the answer, but over zealous prosecution is not either! If high school brawls were subject to this type of prosecution across the board we would have a lot of vacant high schools.
I applaud Michael Baisden, Rev. Al Sharpton, Tom Joyner, Ice Cube, Rev. Jesse Jackson and the countless others who stood up for injustice! It warms my heart to see that so many of our young people have found something that they can come together on.
Take the spirit, energy and conviction for right and wrong to your hometowns, schools and communities and let’s show the world that we are strong and committed race of people who will no longer settle for what is offered and will stand up when we know that our rights have been trampled on!

The Rise in Urban Violence

Hailing from the land of Cleve has never been a problem for me, and even today it’s not but recent media reports have me wondering if I have been transplanted to the Wild, Wild, West. About ten days ago there was a tragic traffic fatality in downtown Cleveland. A suburban couple ventured into the city to see The Lion King in celebration of the wife’s birthday, but tragically she was run down by a stolen vehicle driven by a 13-year-old before the curtain even had a chance to rise.
Adding to the tragedy is the emotional outcry from the community and the underlying theme of race. You see Mrs. DiGiorgio, the victim, was white and the four suspects are all black males. Yet when writing about this story everyone has tap danced around the implications of race only stressing the need for an increased police presence, a louder voice from the Mayor and an end to lawlessness.
When I first heard about the crash I, too, was outraged because another human being had died senselessly. I, too, called for tough punishment for the 13-year-old driver. During a conversation shortly after the crash I implored “he was grown enough to steal a car, and run from police so he’s grown enough to do adult time in jail.”
This young man’s actions and those of countless others like him leave a bad taste in my mouth because when all the dirt is done somebody, usually a mother, sister, aunt or grandmother with a tear streaked face laments “He’s not a bad child. I never had any problems out of him, he just got mixed up with the wrong crowd,” or something along those lines.
My question becomes “how did he get with that crowd? Where were you?” Over the years I have learned to give some slack to some parents who really have attempted to steer their children on the right path but for whatever reason “ManMan” was just destined for criminal activity. But many others have left their children to raise themselves while they either struggle to survive or live their lives as though they are childless.
Much attention has been given to the violent crimes that are taking over our streets, but all in all I still don’t feel unsafe in my home. I still freely travel the streets of Cleveland – some worse than others without tensing up and fearing I am going to be the next victim, but I am real concerned about the lack of values being taught behind the closed doors of the homes I pass.
When we as a society return to what I call “Basic Home Training” we should begin to see a decrease in some of the lawlessness that is permeating our communities. Beginning as toddlers we set boundaries and rules that we carry on through elementary, middle and high school and just maybe we would have a different culture of young teens walking the street.