Let Us Go To, Lake I Wanna Talka.......

   Hold onto your britches and try to follow this blog.
   I should be writing at least every other day, and life seems to just suck me into its vortex of busy.
   So I have a mass of random stuff to say, from the shores of Lake I Wanna Talka!!!!
      Last week, leading up to the anniversary of Ward's death, was a beast. Sometimes you just have to hide under the covers of grief, or in my case, keep moving like a maniac! I often feel like if I stop for a minute, my heart will hurt to bad, and I will never recover. Even if I remain still, like in painting a picture, my mind is at Six Flags on the Scream Machine! This seven year of not seeing my boy, was no different. I thought by Sunday that grief had won, my arms and legs, seemed so heavy. So I stayed in the prone position a tad longer, praying for some miracle. AND..expecting a miracle! You cannot just pray, you have to work hard.
The Sunday Morning program, the only news I can stomach came on, and my head was still flat as a pancake on the pillow! My eyes were to heavy to open, when I heard " synchronized fireflies" or as we say in the deep, lightning bugs!! I sat up, and knew that this was my miracle. This beauty in nature, beyond reason. I think it was in Tennessee,  but you have to take into consideration my mental state!! ( You will have to do some research, its good for you)
 People travel from all over to sit in the darkness, in the woods, waiting for this show. I have never seen such beauty in my life, and I have been around the block a time or two. This was heaven, thousand of these bugs with their hind end blinking together. I can not explain this magic, I hope you get a chance to see it. Find it. These beauties of light, gave me hope, on a sad Sunday morning. Joy around every corner, amazing.
   How to harness this happiness on such a sad occasion, was my job. So I got up and going, bought plants to add to the yard. I believe that your surroundings should comfort you. There was soccer on the tube, and I was thankful it was over!! ( I enjoyed it, but enough) ( another miracle)
OMG the computer just crashed for twenty minutes and I thought I lost my mind and the blog!!! found it, but now the train of thought has left the station!!!
  Then I saw a commercial about my real birthday day date, August 1!!! The James Brown movie is coming out and I screamed!! Thank you Jesus for James Brown and for whomever mad this movie.
   I love James Brown.
   I was a very young girl, and must have seen him on the Ed Sullivan show. I told my daddy that I loved James Brown. Now you do remember where I am from, right. It was the early sixties. My parents seemed semi-liberal to me, what did I know? But loving James Brown...was not an option. ( some of this story has to be shelved) ( ugly words will not be spoken or typed by me) There were words used to describe James Brown that I did not understand until much older. I could not buy his record, but I had a transistor radio. ( truly I think if James had been white parents all over the world would have been freaked) He was vulgar, nasty dancing, people had not seen the likes!! and I could not get enough. He was the King of his music, he was James Brown. ( note-my parents said the same things about Mick Jagger!!) ( Times were changing)
I had a long history of love for James Brown, and will be proud to see his story brought to the big screen.
( My brother Benjie can dance just like him! and Mick Jagger!) ( We Blackmans(maiden name) have all kinds of claims to frame!) The south was about to make some big changes, and I lived right in the center of it all. I give my parents credit for teaching me, to love all people. Never to judge a person by the color of their skin, but if their music is bad!! or if they are dancing "nasty" as mom would say, that is another story!
  Love one another, play your music loud, dance like my brother or James Brown! Walk through the bad days, looking for something past or present to cause you to jump for joy! and if you see the synchronized lightning bugs! shout AMEN!