Monday Musings
First, let’s begin with music. I’m in a classic mood this week, for two reasons: one, my birthday is in exactly 5 days; and two, the BET Black Girls Rock show. You may ask, how do the two come together? Well, the answer is Nina Simone.
I have loved Ms. Nina since I can remember. Her voice is hypnotic, and it shouts when I can’t, or don’t want to. when I saw my favorites singing this song on Black Girls Rock, I sat there in absolute stillness, and let the words rub my temples. It was the perfect arrangement, perfect tribute to Ms. Nina, and to the Black Girl in all of us.
Now, let’s move on to movies. I was going to write up a big review of Tyler Perry’s For Colored Girls, but I’ve decided against it. The choreopoem by Ntozake Shange is personal to me, as personal to me as to any other black girl who has ever read it and adapted it as her own. And if you are true to that black girl, you accept the fact that somethings are never going to live up to your expectations, no matter the intention. I believe TP’s intentions were good; I believe he came from a good place. And the movie, while emotionally draining, was a beautiful movie to watch. The colors were resplendent and the actresses, beautiful. There was something missing to me. And that something missing I will keep to myself, for now. I would like to believe that anyone who holds this poem so close to them as I do, will know exactly what I’m speaking about.
It has been a tradition with me, when celebrating my birthday, to open my day with a good, long cry. The kind of cry that reaches deep down in my soul and gathers all of the moss growing there and washes it away. I am going to have one of those crys Saturday morning. There is no sadness; only progression and change. I welcome it every year.
I feel new again at this blogging thing, even though I’ve been doing it, off and on, for almost 5 years. I can never decide what I want this blog to be, and that has presented a major conumdrum for me. That is, until I realized that it doesn’t have to be anything…it can just breathe and find its own way, much like we all do everyday. My blog is personal, it is emotions running wild, it is strong when it needs to be, and can be silent when required. My blog is me…and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
Be blessed, everyone…
