First of all, I want to say thank you for reading my entry and commenting. With all the stuff out here, I am flattered everytime someone takes a moment to not only read my stuff, but to also comment.

I had the pleasure of taking the opportunity to read the most recent entry on your blog. Girl, let me tell you how I can relate. I don’t know if you had chance to read my “Healing of the Meantime and the Blog” entry. If you haven’t, I want to encourage you to check it out at http://whyblackwomenareangry.blogspot.com It recaps my journey and frustration with life (a lot like yours) and how I have come to where I am.

Just know that you are not alone. I personally know what it is to have a heart for authentic living and everything and everyone around you tries keeping you from such a life. I tell you, authentic living is the only way to go. God will reward you to the faithfulness to your heart. Who do you think gave it to you in the first place?

Please forgive me. I don’t mean to be preachy, but your entry touched me so because it sounded so familiar to me about myself in the past.

Stay encouraged. If you have a chance, listen to India.Aire’s song on her latest CD entitled “I Choose” the lyrics are very empowering and spiritually uplifting. Also, consider getting the CD set of the book “The Alchemist” What another excellent and empowering piece of work. These are merely just a couple of the tools that got me through the hardest parts of my life.

Know that with faith and being true to yourself, the best is yet to come. Remember: He is a rewarder of those that diligently seek Him.

Be Free…Know Peace,

A Content Black Woman
11:15 AM, May 10, 2007

MsJayy said…
Hey Sis,
Thanks for coming through & leaving your words. And as long as you’re speaking truth, go on & be ‘preachy’. LOL

It’s odd to be authentic in a world where reality shows aren’t, where people say they’re “keeping it real” but they aren’t, where folks say they’re looking for something real and they fall for the fake every time.

You’re right - can’t let it get to me. And I keep India’s CD on repeat. That’s one of my favs when I’m in this kind of mood (well, one of my favs period). Thanks for your energy.
11:57 AM, May 10, 2007
Anonymous said…
Think of the last time your soul’s intuition whispered to you that something was going to happen and low and behold it did!

Think of the last time you danced
non-stop to a Parliment Funkadelic Song……

Think of the last time you rocked that man’s world and all he could do was smile because he was too tired to move and too weak to speak…..

Sounds like you’re a C.E.O. to me…

Clairvoyent
Energetic
Orgasmic!!!

Now think of the last time a warm wind softly embraced your skin….

That was me giving you a hug
3:26 PM, May 10, 2007

MsJayy said…
STOP.IT.YOU.FLIRT.

Cause um…I can also admit to stalker-esque behavior. *wink*

Be careful of the words you use. I will hold you to them. Or perhaps I’ll just hold you. (Just so you know you’re not the only one capable of flirting…)

Thanks for the hug. More please.
3:52 PM, May 10, 2007

CreoleInDC said…
Your stalker said “orgasmic.”

Just wanted to point that out.
8:56 PM, May 10, 2007

MsJayy said…
I know *giggle* Oh wait, I’m posed to be stern. Cause he’s anonymously FRESH & FLIRTY.

Er’rum…I’m the one with the stalker-esque tendency…and plenty of time on my hands. At least in my daydreams I could be stalker-esque. Yeah, in my head.
9:02 PM, May 10, 2007

CreoleInDC said…
Vroooom Vrooooom!
9:16 PM, May 10, 2007

Peggy said…
Nice post! I can relate.
12:08 AM, May 11, 2007

MsJayy said…
Creole - don’t encourage him. LOL

Thanks Peggy!!
6:04 AM, May 11, 2007
Anonymous said…
I am….a stalker
stalking her in her daydreams
she can not see me but can feel
my eyes massage her spine’s seams
I’m feeling her without feeling
I’m touching her without touching
all the way down to the small of her back that arches with
one caress and sways when
our lips softly smack
Oooooo…
smackity smack smack just like that
her tongue whips mine to attention
while her eye lashes lick my dimples to another dimension
where time rests and lets our love manifest into something beautiful
and just when I thought I was the one creepin in her mind’s cubicle, it was she who was stalking me
whispering..isn’t stalking wonderful?
4:25 PM, May 11, 2007

MsJayy said…
STOP.IT.
Or at least send it to me privately. LOL

And um, dimples? Really? Hmmm…

He tastes me
sweet on his mind
like honey
thoughts of me mentally massage his conscious
as a kaleidoscope of memories
yet to born
rain down on him like a waterfall
in his dream of reality
he tattos kisses across my collarbone
spelling out naked desire
as i memorize the ridges of his skin,
my fingers trailing electricity in their wake
he…becomes thunder
and i?
i become
april’s shower
liquified
by the thought
of
his
touch

And what? Ha! STOP.IT.
4:53 PM, May 11, 2007

princessdominique said…
Oh my goodness, why do I feel like I just walked into someone’s bedroom with candles flickering, bathwater running and fragrant oils permeating the room…
5:20 PM, May 11, 2007

MsJayy said…
Thanks alot “friend”. LOL
YOU.ARE.NOT.HELPING.

Don’t edge him on. Apparently he’s like a little gremlin except his ‘growth hormone’ appears to be triggered by my words. Let’s hope he’s sleep, at least for a while. FLIRT!
5:26 PM, May 11, 2007