"I Will Wait for You"

Hey all. I have been gone for awhile. I haven't had much to blog about but my friend L. Monique showed me this poem clip a while back and I came across it again tonight while surfing the web at 6:08 am. I loved it so much I had to share it with you all. I'm not sure why it was put on my heart to share it but I feel like I am waiting. Waiting for God to speak life into me so that I can go forth into the world and accomplish all that he has for me. I know that I have many of my own dreams but somehow I know that God's dreams are bigger than I will ever know. I am not what you would consider the ideal religious person but I am deeply spiritual. I will continue to wait until God feels it is my time to be the person he made me to be, and just knowing that I have a purpose drives me everyday to be better. I hope you can take something from this video. Enjoy.

-monet

Thanksgiving

So I am sitting in the Corner Bakery of Union Station. There is so much buzz here. It makes me think of how much I really love the holidays. People going to and fro in order to spend a few moments with the ones that they love. Suitcases packed with unnecessary clothing; pajamas are the most comfortable. Small children skipping while being dragged by their caretakers so they dont miss the train. Umbrellas shaking off bad weather DC rains. Necks being zipped up in facetious coat zippers. Scarves flying away to heavens. Old ladies congregating next to families of two and three, waiting for the Washington Tours bus. And every now and again in the midst of the hustle and bustle you find someone stopped, turning a hot chocolate or coffee to their lips, someone lost and looking for the baggage claim, a mouth enjoying a sandwich and a child reading the pictures of a book in the Barnes and Noble. But thats not it. As people leave and get into there cars and cabs, I am reminded that this is the first Thanksgiving I wont spend with my family. My new family is awaiting my arrival and counting the stove minutes until the turkey is ready. And I am glad. Glad to know that as we come and go, to and fro to our destinations someone is always watching for us to come home. And the beauty of things dies outside with the change of the leaves, the beauty of our life shrinks to the inside of a home, a hug, a fireplace; somewhere warm and familiar.

Dear Claude

  Once again, I am sitting in front of my computer on a late night. I'm inspired to paint but sadly have no money for brushes, seeing as I am a college student and all. But none the less, Claude Monet popped into my head. The other day I showcased African born artist Peju Alatise, and today I just felt like a good Monet. 

  Ever since I can remember, I have been drawn to the works of Claude Monet. Believe it or not my middle name is Monet, so I do attribute many of my artistic blessings to him. Besides all of that, truth be told, I was in a funky mood today. I really was feeling burn of betrayal and I wasn't to sure how to deal with what I was feeling and I began to sink. 

  So as I was looking for my happy place, these paintings flashed through my mind, just flittering images of color and softness and somehow I still felt an overwhelming sadness. It never ceases to amaze me how life can continue to go on around us, when we are hurting. It's as if you have a wound that wont bleed, so people never really know its there. Ive heard that saying, "The eyes are the windows to the soul..." and I'm sure if someone really "looked" at me and "saw" me, they could experience, if just for a moment, the pain of that wound. The eyes of Claude Monet saw beauty and he put it on a canvas. He painted his pain away and made it something beautiful for us to see. Thats what I want for myself and you...a moment where pain is no longer pain but a beautiful moment in our individual worlds, where time doesn't stop and you can "see" yourself and the beauty of your pains.

-monet

Claude Monet-Self Portrait

Water Lilies

Palazzo da Mula-Venice 1908

The Path

Listening Session

Still in the building phase of my portfolio...

More importantly on my mind has been this new "foundness". Im not really to sure where its leading me and sometimes I just do it for the thrill. I think I may have to conceal my true feelings in order to continue. I feel my insecurity seeping up through the cracks in my concrete exterior. You know how people always want what they know they cant have? Thats me. And my feelings wont change but my mentality will definitely be altered.

-monet

Good Morning

Managed to wake up this morning on time and still get to work a half an hour late. Seemingly, at the same time I figured why not write my first blog post! Sounded like a good idea right? Yes. But what to write about? So many thoughts and infinite amount of time while at work! If its all the same to you I dont think this first post has anything to with fashion, art, good food, or good sex...but more along the lines of how I came to love a man that may have been my world and able to "tell my whole life" and lost him in the shuffle of my own scatter brained world. Last night, for the first time I told him I felt like we were drifting apart...and I think it hurt him more not because I felt that way but because I had actually said it. I should think on this more and come back to it...

-monet