My Candid Story
Life is a mystery. But once you unfold the “what” seems like a thousand pounds of buried laundry over your head, the mystery bursts open. There is no one-way street to getting there either. Life happens, and then you’re thrown in to figure out your path all by yourself. Life can be confusing, or simplistic, depending on your story, how supportive your environment is, and how in tune you are with yourself. Your path or walk in the blindfolded maze is what you make it.
The Lakes Secret
Chapter 1 CAMPGROUNDS It was a cold fall night. Nothing in sight. The streetlights were too far away and not even the yellow or the red of leaves covering the green grass could brighten the ground. The park only allowed darkness to pierce the eyes of its well awaited campers. Everyone was quiet, for they knew what lured in this eeriness. There was no need to scream. No need to move a muscle. The morning would come and that was their chance for escape. To add more fury to the madness, all eight members had to sit straight up the entire night fall. To sleep would put much at risk.
Today is a great day. I’m so excited. I am well suited for the task. The sharp wind feels like slicing ice across the subtle, small, open spaces on my face between my hat and scarf. Everything else are no match for the rest of my body. My mom told me I had to layer up. So, she even helped me put on my long johns underneath my jeans and sweater. My coat is even insulated with a fleece underlaying. Anyway..., that’s what mom calls it. I don’t like to be cold. Mom doesn’t want me to be either. Afterwards, mom said she’s going to cook her famous chicken noodle soup. I can’t wait. The only catch is I must do well. Dad will be home later on. I can’t wait to brag to him how my first lesson went.
Taurus The Bull
“It was all a dream…” How could it be reality? For Taurus the Bull could not be moved. He could not be persuaded. Determined and stubborn he would forfeit his happiness, fighting for what he deemed as love. Yes. All this fighting for love, when little did he know, “the love planet,” was what guided him.
THE ONLY TIME I LOST MY PREY
I have no friends. I can be social, just don’t bother my prey. As a matter of fact, if I were a human, I’d be considered a sociopath. My bite is deadly, and I don’t care about the blood. As a matter of fact, I love the smell of blood. I even love the way it tastes. I don’t care if you’re not bothering me. I bother you. During feeding time, the whole ocean around me colors itself red. I’m used to it. I’m probably as old as dirt, but I have a big belly to fill, so cut me break. I don’t expect you to imagine me second guessing my food. “It is what it is.” I’m mean, I’m big, I’m grey and that’s the way I like to keep it.
INSIDE THE BROWN PAPER BAG
No one knows when the brown paper bag arrived. All we know is that it arrived. It wasn’t friendly either. As a matter of fact, that it is an understatement. The brown paper bag contents were said to be despicable. It was the opposite of what the world was intended to reveal.
NOBODY WANTS A PIECE OF THE CHOCOLATE CAKE
No one knew what was inside the old barn. It sat there for centuries, yet everyone was afraid to go inside. Urban legends will have you shaking in your pants after you hear about all the murders. No one even gets close to the barn, for it is said if you do, your blood will be shed.
I REACH MY HIGH WHEN I AM ALONE
I am a woman of many gifts and talents. I don’t mean to brag, but I write, draw, dance, cook, do hair nails and makeup, poetry, act, design clothes, facilitate programs, give inspirational speeches, counsel, de-esculate, teach, rap and sing. Lastly, I took piano lessons, but I “play by ear,” better than “by the book.” So, it’s safe to say I can play an instrument too.
THE LOCKET'S HIDDEN SECRET
“How are you doing on the locket son? The Emperor is expecting it to be finished later this week.” “I’m almost finished.” “What’s taking you so long? It should be done by now.” “Dad, it just needs a little more work. I want it to be perfect. This is my work dad. This is our legacy. I want the world and centuries that follow to know this magnificent, gorgeous locket came right from “Nile & Zion’s Rusty Rudimentary Smithy.” “I like to think we are just as glorious as that locket you are making.” “Well dad, we’re not. Mom is gone. Our smithy isn’t the tidy, organized, equipped place it used to be.” “Why bring up your mother?” “Because she kept this place pristine. Nothing was out of place. I miss her.” “I know you do son. So do I. But it’s up to us to stick together and run it the best way we can.” “Right,….. for now.” “What do you mean for now? I hope you’re not going to leave your ol’ fellow, stuck to do all this work around here.” “What work dad? We haven’t had more than five people a week since mom.” “Exactly. We’re lucky to get five, and you want to leave?” “I wasn’t talking about leaving dad.” “Then what are you saying?” “I’m saying when I finish with the details of this locket, we will be known as the best in town. I don’t understand why the Emperor chose us anyway.” “Do you know what you are to the Emperor son?” “No.” “You are magic....... purity........ simplicity....... a sense of renewal. The Emperor searched all over and couldn’t find one child in town working in a smithy. You were the only one, and nearly a man.” “Dad, I’m fourteen. I am a man.” “Yes Eriq, you are. You are the youngest gifted man I know, and that the King could find. And so now…. you will make this glorious locket. You will put your gifted hands to work and craft the only magical, pure, simplistic gift ever, transforming twelve inches of metal into an individual creative transmuted perfection. They’re going to love it. I just know.”
"SHANITA" MEANS A BEAUTIFUL GIFT FROM GOD
When I awake in the morning, I make sure to start my day off with gratitude and prayer. It is what sustains my day and provides mental preparation for how I handle my external environment. Meditation proceeds, but I’m still working on how to clear my mind longer than ten seconds. I stay dedicated. I drink a glass of water before I exercise, and complete my other recreational tasks, so that around 11 am my day begins.
The story of my life is “I don’t fit in.” I can remember listening to Mariah Carey’s Album, “Butterfly,” singing the words to the song, “Outside, around the age of ten.” It went something like this… “You’ll always be, somewhere on the outside.” What’s even more affirming is that I’m an Aquarius and Aquarians don’t fit in. Uranus is our ruling planet which simply means rebellion. Although I never thought of myself as such, I see why I am. I do not have the same beliefs as my family. I am an “out of the box” thinker. I love to debate and challenge other’s perspectives, and most of all I can’t be controlled or conform unless I agree with the situation at hand. Other rebellious qualities are that we are known to stand up passionately for the things we believe in, and usually becomes activists through music or our artistic gifts.