when I first pick up a book…
I may look at the cover
but this is not enough.
When making the decision to read or leave
I take an alternative route.
I let my fingers flip from
page to page
chapter to chapter
plot to plot
character to character
to the end.
for that is where I start.
I start by reading the last sentence.
I have found that you can learn a lot about a person by exploring their pages,
books are no different.
starting with the last sentence fuels my curiosity,
and leaves me wanting..
and read more.
and then work my way back there.
all the way back to that last sentence,
to my starting point.
the last sentence to sum up the ocean of words.
it is a closer?
an all encompassing end?
or is it
the last page…
In what different ways do you like to experiance a new book?
We climb trees,
put some spiders on our face.
Wrap flowers, twigs, and grass in our hair,
and eat a little left to spare.
Twirl about in the grass,
lay on roads,
talk and laugh.
Make war paint out of common mud
turn our faces into works of art.
Swish our hair in rivers
filled with blues and greens.
We are wilderness women
and wild is in our genes.
What do you do to get in touch with nature?
His name is Jose
he is from the Bronx.
So watch yourself when you turn your back
because this kid is not on the right track.
You see, this child was not born with privilege
I mean, this child is from the Bronx,
where kids even as innocent as this are judged by appearances.
But if you look deep into his eyes
would you find
a juvenile delinquent
or a real head case?
Or perhaps, you would find one of God’s babies
trying to find love in this place.
In the Bronx.
In the ghetto.
down the dirty street…
in the school
where his eyes meet yours
and then you see
not only with your eyes
but with your soul
and you melt with ease.
What emotions do this picture convey to you personally?
(David is pictured on the left)
AIDS is a three-letter word
used to fill in the spots
earn the money
to learn to sympathize
but have you ever looked the disease right in the eyes?
I was in New York City last week
the city that never seems to close its eyes
or even sleep.
I met David in New York City
serving dinner at a church one evening.
It was with a program called Momentum
that provides people with AIDS with healthy foods.
David had AIDS
and for once I saw
a face to the disease that
we talk about like we know so well.
David was relatable
a survivor to be sure.
I talked with him for quite a long time
then left one friend richer
with a smile as big as an ocean,
Have you ever experienced an eye-opening moment that makes you see something in a whole different way than you originally thought?
I helped my grandma clean her basement last weekend.
This basement was like a treasure trove
filled with secrets,
that no one could fathom
To look through bottles, books and things
and having my grandma tell of all the excitment they bring
made me smile.
I could listen
to my grandma talk of her proud glory days.
She was a mother,
and lover of people.
She worked hard for her family,
and this has paid off
with beautiful children,
and great-grandchildren to top it off.
Recalling memories is a beautiful thing
to see a person’s face light up with exuberance and glee.
My grandmother’s face was a ray of sunshine,
looking over her collections of a lifetime.
What are some things that you think will be included in your collections of a lifetime?
Her smile is a flash of blinding white;
her skin is the color of a melty caramel.
Her soul will welcome you with open arms;
there is room enough in there for two
She will be more then willing to let you in.
that is for sure.
Her golden hoop earrings shine but not nearly as bright as she does.
She is a beam of postivity to the world around her.
A “light in the darkness” is an accurate word picture.
and can’t help it.
Talk and she will listen,
cry and she will comfort you,
vent and she will reassure you of sanity.
An incandescent candle is she.
Jaleeca Yancy is that to me.
What is a source of postivity in your life?
How you express positivity to others?
She cleans your messes
scrubs your showers
and empties your trash cans,
without a word
on the hour.
She moves in and out of your life like a ghost.
You see the side effects, but never the cause.
If you looked closer you would find
an Ethiopian woman
with thoughts in her mind.
This woman of Ethiopia cries to think
of her African family
on the continental brink.
She’s been away for so long.
She would talk to you about it
if you took the time
Attempt to look rather than just to glance.
and ignore her no more.
For this is a thank you not measured by words,
but by authentic love.
So let the person that needs to be noticed,
Let the voices that need to be heard,
Let your ears be receptive
Do you ever think about the cleaning staff on campus?
What are some ways that you can express kindness to them in the future?