The Evolution of Perspective

I read a book before about manifesting health through healthy thoughts. Oh how I wish I would completely buy into the idea that my thoughts control my health. I already understand that they guide my circumstances. I don't know why I won't the control freak in me won't sign on with this so I can "deal" with certain health issues. *le sigh* I'm thinking about the success-failure ratio to most of the things I have been doing since the inception of The E.Volution movement. I think that so far, my success has been consistent. I've watched the ebb and flow of it. I understand that I do NOT want to be an overnight success. I would like for my success to build consistently and gradually over the course of time so that the foundation for my success is stable. I keep saying that to myself. I don't want "flash in the pan" popularity. I don't want all eyes on me. People are fickle anyway. I have to ask what I want. I know one of the ultimate goals

There are people out there who want to help save the world who have yet to master a sink full of dirty dishes. Others want to save the children and feed the poor, yet they cannot seem to conquer the dust bunnies beneath their beds and in the bottoms of their closets. Yes, some of us want to fix all that is wrong with the world, but we cannot seem to fix our broken hearts or our shattered minds. We don't recognize that we cannot give what we do not have. Until we clean up the small places in our own lives, we will experience difficulty doing what the world so desperately needs done. ~Iyanla Vanzant~ *disclaimer* I usually refrain from naming people in quotes because in this day and time of the almighty internet any name can be attached to any quote. I've seen it done. I am NOT saying Iyanla said or wrote this but I'm not saying she didn't either.

I'm stuck in the middle of a place trying to get closer to the end than the middle. I'm sitting two steps away from the point of no return and would like to move this boulder I strategically placed here some time ago out of my damn way. I remember when I really realized what self-pity was. I remember feeling absolutely relieved and dumb at the same time. I was setting myself up for a pity party? Was I really buying decorations and sending out invitations and blowing up balloons and everything? Did I really buy a special dress just for the occasion? The thing about epiphanies is that you can't unknow what you know after you know what you know. I can't act like I'm unaware that I brought these situations into my life. I can no longer pretend that I'm ignorant to the root of the issue. When thinking about LIFE and LIVING and DRAMA, the idea of a pity party makes so much sense and no sense at the same time. Why do I need drama in order to feel alive? (Even if it

"Use your faults. Use your defects and then you will be a star"    Grace Jones ~ Slave to The Rhythm

Here's another rendition of a shot of Ms. Hill. Green was calling and it delivered!

I re-did this picture of Lauryn Hill performing using Paint.net. The fro, the mic, the energy, and Ms. Hill all came together in a magnificent way. Put some red on it and it's certified FIRE. Art is Life!