'Be anxious for nothing..." ~Philippians 4:6

Monday, August 26, 2019

MONDAY THOUGHTS: KNOW YOUR STRENGTHS


I thought, as I watched the praise dancer’s jerky, bizarre gyrations, “You can’t TELL her she isn’t Judith Jamison.” 

The words “fit” and “conniption” came to mind, too. 
I think she expected applause. 
She certainly was using everything in her flailing arsenal— including an Elaine Benes/Cliff Huxtable-esque dance move. 

Was THIS the “crazy praise” the Bible foretold, or just more of the foolishness that bombards our phone and computer screens?

Everyone watching seemed perplexed, horrified, and amused. Why was the spectacle even allowed? 
Had the bride and groom been ambushed? 
Was the “dancer” a relative? 
Was it a thoughtless joke? 
Had the couple lost a bet? 
Was an actual dancer in attendance, who would have brought the dignity the ceremony deserved? 

What goes undone or horribly awry, when we don’t allow wisdom to prevail, and abandon what we’re actually GOOD at, in favor of what someone else does?

People are deciding they have particular skills, insisting that those skills be visited upon others, and wondering why few are applauding.

Sometimes the frustration from the tepid responses (or laughter) is a result of coveting the skill of others, and deluding oneself into thinking one actually possesses equal, or greater skill—and a RIGHT to demonstrate it. 

“I can do that, too!” may be a positive affirmation, but is it true only in your own mind? 
Why not be honest? 
Why not confess, 
“I want to do that. I WISH I could do that, but only if I can do that WELL.” 

Platforms are everywhere. 
You can even pay to play— which is what many resort to when desired doors don’t, or won’t allow access. 
Someone will always put you on, but is it to promote what you do well, take your money, or ridicule what you do poorly—and then profit from your humiliation? 

Every day, social media gives us all a good laugh at the expense of those whose sheer nerve and delusion are eclipsing their better judgment. 
Even church services are sources of comedic, and embarrassing entertainment these days. 
So many organizations fail to assess their readiness, or monitor the quality of their own output. They employ irresponsible camera persons, and we get to see as one person after another butchers a song, mangles a sermon, or loses their footing as they’re hamming it up for the cameras. 

Yes. Art is subjective, but I digress...

It’s okay to defer to those who actually know what they’re doing. 
Don’t be so blinded by the shine you think someone else is getting (for what they can actually do), that you foray into lanes in which you cannot effectively maneuver. 

Sometimes we don’t want to admit it, but better DOES exist. It’s a shame to dismiss it in favor of mediocrity that makes a mockery of what’s sacred, brings judgment (and sanity) into question, and encourages MORE mediocrity. 

Don’t minimize or ignore your own strengths by chasing the strengths of others. 
Acknowledge the time, energy, effort, skill, and even anointing, that is the foundation of the good, the relevant, and the excellent. 
Exercise that muscle that allows you to find and encourage the good outside of yourself. 
Applaud and celebrate all things well done, and don’t lie about mediocrity— even your own. 

The heart, I’ve read, is desperately wicked. “From the heart” might not be the great and humble defense that one thinks it is. Perhaps that heart, full of envy, jealousy, and covetousness, is the primary producer of the ridiculousness and mediocrity we now experience, allow, and endure, in places where it doesn’t have to exist.

Sunday, August 25, 2019

SUNDAY THOUGHTS: POETRY PROMPT—DISCERNMENT


Drama-filled, can’t abide Drama-free
Busy, can’t stand Content
Nosy is livid because you care less
What you said, is what you meant

Trouble, is troubled that you don’t fret
Worry, wants you to weep
Inconsiderate expects you to pick up every cross
So you, too, can lose focus and sleep.

Controlling, goes ape when you hold your own reins
Needy, hates your other friends
Bossy thinks its way should always be yours
Messy, prays conflicts don’t end

Competitive, can’t safely run its own race
For looking to see where you are
Bully shows up to intimidate
Critic, won’t deem you a star

Insecure, expects you to shrink and play dumb
Relegates you to one lane
Envy throws enough shade to block out the Sun
Hate, hopes you’ll never shine again.

The joy is, Discernment exposes them all
Lets you see all that you need to see
So that you can maneuver the ditches and darts
And sail safely to victory.




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QUALITY


It’s been said, “You get what you pay for”. Every now and then, either through luck or grace, you get quality that far exceeds what you had to, or chose to spend. Don’t take that good fortune for granted. Don’t get cocky. Don’t mishandle or take advantage of quality. It is fully aware of its worth, and so are honest observers. 
There’s integrity in a thing of quality that will not dumb down or debase itself. It won’t refuse to function effectively just because you’re cheap, or delight in gloating about what you can, or could get for little or nothing. 
Appreciation goes a long way—and that’s not to be confused with “blowing smoke”. If it’s quality you really want, when you get it, or want to experience it again, value it. If you choose not to, don’t be perplexed or mad when it’s gone. 
Don’t exhaust the quality people and things in your life by being deliberately oblivious to their worth.

A GOOD PHOTOGRAPHER


The TV was providing background noise while I was painting. 
I perked up when I heard, “We’re hardwired to see things move suddenly—situational awareness”.

I laughed because I was reminded of two annoying experiences that were far from funny while they were happening. 
Situational awareness”, huh?  
Perhaps a few event photographers should read up on that.

Memorializing events is nothing new. I know the task of capturing moments can be done stealthily and excellently. I’ve experienced it: Katherine Gilraine, Jarvis Grant, Charles Watkins, Ronald Beverly, Roy Lewis… 
Is there a new phenomena of just plain busyness, inconsideration, and annoyance? I’m not talking about paparazzi. That’s a whole ‘nother potentially dangerous animal. I’m talking about the person actually tasked to photograph an event being as subtle as a bull in a china shop.

No matter where he or she may be, a good photographer knows how to get the shot(s) without being a pest, hindrance, bully, distraction, nuisance, showboat, threat to health and safety, or an imposition. 

A good photographer is mindful of his or her equipment, too, and how its mechanisms will impact the atmosphere. 
The sound of a shutter isn’t more important than the sound of a speaker’s voice. Flashes are distracting  when timed poorly. 
Lights are blinding when aimed haphazardly. A photographer knows when their flash is set on solar flare. Don’t they see or CARE or see that everybody is looking away, shielding, frowning and squinting?

A good photographer is neither predator, nor boogeyman (or boogeywoman). At least a sniper knows how to get the shot without being detected; heck, a sniper even confuses people concerning the location from which the shot came!
An assassin, however, is proud; wants to be identified for carrying out the job— no matter how much disruption it causes. A good photographer is not an assassin on a mission to ridicule or annoy event attendees. What’s with all the pouncing around?

A good photographer cares about composition. 
A good photographer SEES, but doesn’t relish in BEING seen. 
A good photographer captures the essence of the action without trying to BE in the act. 
The springing into action, posing, and moving around... suddenly...LAWD!!!!! 

It’s not, nor has it ever been about the size, or expense of the equipment— or being busy stalking, roaming, or prancing about while wielding it. It’s about the result emanating from what one’s eyes observed. 
Intent. 
Motive. 
Mood.
Art.

Practically everyone now owns a camera. Everyone, however, is not a good photographer.

“I’m just doing my job” is, too often, the arrogant, misguided cry of one who is laboring under the notion that their endeavor is the principal thing, while the TRUE principal thing is an afterthought being negatively impacted by frantic movement, and thoughtless behavior. 
“I’m just doing my job” is too often the rallying cry of one who has convinced him or herself that the rights, wishes, enjoyment, viewpoint, privacy, or comfort of others don’t matter. (Do they know they have positioned themselves so that someone’s view is COMPLETELY blocked?) “I’m just doing my job” isn’t license to annoy. 

Executing your job, WHATEVER it is, should never hinder anything vital— and certainly not hinder someone else from executing his or her job. 

Don’t play when it comes to another individual’s personal space.  
There’s a school of thought that some things come along with certain territories; that inconsideration should be expected and tolerated.
One can get one’s feelings (and equipment) hurt adhering to the philosophy that others have to put up with whatever comes their way, just because they’re in a particular arena. 

When it is brought to your attention that what you’re doing is untenable, unwelcome, unreasonable, unnecessary, or uncomfortable, don’t get huffy. Don’t argue that someone else allowed or shrugged off your bothersome behavior.
Lose the attitude, and don’t even THINK about feeling entitled. 
Make adjustments. 
Back the heck up...go sit down... move... get out of the way. 
Do better. 
Be respectful. 
You can if you WANT to. 

You can STILL get the job done, if your intent is to be an asset, not an enemy; a help, not an impediment—that is, if you’re GOOD.




SUNDAY THOUGHTS: PGAAMCC


I am encouraged by the efforts of the director and staff of PGAAMCC. 
I was fortunate to have participated in the Day of Service and Culture, that coincided with the birthday of Nelson Mandela. 
Guest speakers, vendors, and presenters who’d lived, studied and worked in South Africa added credibility and authenticity to the experience.
 
Residents and friends of the museum took part in the beautification of the outdoor space, enjoyed informative presentations, created art, and shared stories, speeches, and personal experiences.
 
It was particularly wonderful to see that provisions were made for young children to learn, explore, play, and create.
 
As a child, my elementary school celebrated Black History Week
For a while, we thought Phyllis Wheatley, George Washington Carver, Dr. Martin Luther King, and Harriet Tubman were the only people of color who had made significant contributions to society. 
It took creative, well-read, dedicated, thoughtful, radical educators, who saw the need to supplement our woefully inadequate history books, to open our eyes to the wealth of information hiding, sometimes deliberately, in our history. 

At the museum, I saw children who have only known 2 presidents— one being Barack Obama. 
It is imperative that they not become complacent, take that for granted, or not think it’s necessary to turn back the pages and discover the truth of who and what came before. 
To see them engaged and enthusiastic about learning, in an atmosphere that is perhaps different from what they experience at school, was wonderful. 

PGAAMCC is a light and a jewel in the community. I can only imagine the impact once all Prince Georgians discover it, and recognize how they can contribute to and glean from such a potentially valuable resource.
 
Strong, responsible, invested, knowledgeable, mature, experienced, enthusiastic leadership, is the key to whether its reputation and standing in the museum community will continue to grow and thrive, or wane and remain in obscurity.

BE KIND


I walked into the first gallery, took a seat and waited for the presentation to begin. A lady tapped me and tersely said, “Excuse me. I was saving these seats next to me. That’s why I put my stuff down. One, two, three. Maybe you can sit over there. There’s an empty seat over there. These are taken.” 
I smiled, said “No problem, ma’am”, and relocated myself to a cozy corner. She  humphed, folded her arms and continued to play sentry. The director walked in, introduced herself, greeted and welcomed everyone, then said, “We’re glad to have our featured artist here with us today...” I smiled and waved. 
You know the rest of the story. 
Lol...

Demonstrate kindness and consideration to everyone... all of the time. That will eliminate the need for awkward apologies. You don’t have to know who a person is, and it shouldn’t be necessary for them to defend their right to be, identify, qualify or explain themselves. Just be kind. 
Besides, backpedaling is hard and it’s really hard to get egg off of your face.
Lol...

SUNDAY THOUGHTS: NO


Note how people respond to your “No”. 
Do they respond with understanding or hostility? 
Is there sarcasm? Character attack? Anger? Manipulation? 
Do they try to make you feel stupid, guilty, confused, or small? 
Do they compare you to others they’ve successfully suckered? 
Does their narrative, after your “no” paint you as difficult? 
Do they boast of all of the other people they could get to do what they wanted you to do? 
If so, imagine the time, resource, and energy-consuming rabbit hole you would have endured had you said, “Yes.”

There are things I no longer tolerate. 
I suppose that means some doors will close, and some will never open. 
History has taught me to be thankful. My discernment is keen, although I haven’t always followed it. 
You know stuff. God shows you—sometimes repeatedly. Question is, do you want to see what he shows you? 
Do you realize when you’ve been rescued, saved, snatched, protected, spared, or covered? 
When your gut speaks, screams, sounds alarms, or rumbles, believe it— the first time.

Every association, enterprise, or opportunity is not for you, even if you do have the skills to carry it out. Don’t let opportunists use you. They see and know your value. They want to be able to control you; mishandle you; make you jump through hoops, and take credit for what God has placed in you. Yep. Some people will actually take credit, not only for your accomplishments and talent, but for your very being—and will not only try to convince you that it is truth, but that you owe them.

Some people are so enamored with themselves, their accomplishments, their notoriety, or their public reputation, that they think you should be, too

Sometimes we tolerate a lot because of fear; because we give people God status. That is a mistake. No one is God except God, and he knows a lot of people who will genuinely bless you— people who aren’t arrogant, manipulative, abusive, unreasonable, unloving, narcissistic, dishonest, self-seeking, annoying, or mean-spirited. 

Life is stressful enough without inviting stress. Every seemingly good opportunity is not a God opportunity. A gallows is a platform, too.

Your “no” may mean you’ll be berated, criticized, bad-mouthed or ostracized, but you know your limitations. 
Remember God’s work. You’ve seen how he handles those who mess with his children, and you’ve seen how he’s kept you.

Preserve your peace. 

SUNDAY THOUGHTS: BULLYING



It’s funny how suddenly and vigorously responses are addressed. 
How about employing that same enthusiasm to address the ACTION that prompted the response? 

Anger, frustration, disillusionment, separation, and firmly set boundaries, don’t occur out of the blue. 
Stuff doesn’t just happen
People DO stuff, and when affected others decide they’ve had more than enough, and determine to preserve their peace, OR defend themselves by fighting back with whatever physical or verbal weapons in reach, THEN there’s a problem? 
THEN there’s so much concern? 
THEN everybody confesses what they knew and saw? 
AFTER the fact? The devil... 

School is in. 
Don’t wait until next June. 
Address the bullies NOW. 
You know who they are. 
You also see the withdrawn, crying, fearful children. 
Stop wondering why their grades are suffering, why they don’t want to participate, why they don’t like school any more, or why they hesitate to board the bus. 
SOMETHING HAPPENED, or IS HAPPENING!!!!! 
DO something. 
Make yours a safe learning environment. 
You can’t be too tired to pay attention. 
It’s NOT just kid stuff. 
Stop insisting that victims of bullying “go play” or “make nice” with their oppressors. 
It’s abuse that can potentially scar a child’s soul. 

Children make mental notes of the adults who care and act, and the adults who look away, laugh, or trivialize their concerns. 
Some adults are, and have been messy, divisive, abusive, and antagonistic themselves, so they are oblivious. 
Don’t expect their help or understanding. 
So many efforts are made to war against possible attacks from the outside. 
What about the ACTUAL terrors inside? Exactly what is being preserved and protected? The institution or the people? 

Too many passes, excuses, and reasons are given for unacceptable behavior and speech.  
See something? SAY something. 

As adults in authority, the responsible parties will only act when it is clear that nonsense will not be tolerated.


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SUNDAY THOUGHTS: MUSIC


I love music---good music---real, live, un-fooled-around-with music---actual melodious, moving voices---well-written lyrics----actual instruments played by skilled human beings. 

Good music is healing, helpful, inspiring, mood altering, and motivating. 
I’m not going to clap, pay, endorse, endure, or say it’s good if it isn’t. 
I’ll pursue it because, when, or if I can, and want to, not because of who else is going to be in the audience. 
I’m no expert, just a human with ears that still work. 

Florence Foster Jenkins had an audience, too. 
Some applauded because they thought it was deliberate comedy. 
Some applauded her sheer nerve. 
She was oblivious to her lack of skill because opportunistic people close to her had their eyes on her cash. 
They LIED, and encouraged her delusion because it lined their pockets. 

Yes. Anyone can do anything, but not everyone does it well
Putting one’s best foot forward can’t be a thing of the past. 
Good music, thankfully, can still be found.

SUNDAY THOUGHTS: POETRY PROMPT---MESSY


If they:
Show you stuff “in case” you haven’t seen it 
Bring up subjects you’ve long since studied and passed
Come around to see if you’re as okay as you say
Answer questions you haven’t even asked

Look for stink where nothing’s dead or rotted
Seek a reaction, to gauge how much you care
Run and tell, once info’s been collected
Then you’ve got a messy person in your hair

If they:
Pretend they’re on your side of the issue
Are quite cozy-comfy with the enemy
Try their best to paint you into a corner
Make you think you never saw the stuff you see

If they’re adept at wearing many faces
And you’re never sure which version’s standing there
If the tracks of trouble’s origin leads back to them
Then, you’ve got a MESSY person in your hair.






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SUNDAY THOUGHTS: "SUPERNATURAL” at PGAAMCC Q and A


1. What is your role as an Artist in Residence at Prince George's African American Museum and Cultural Center?
2. What is the definition of "natural hair"?
3. What is your role in the SuperNatural Hair Festival at the PGAAMCC ? How does art therapy connect with embracing/reclaiming natural hair.
4. What is/are the goal(s) you hope to accomplish for attendees?  How is this event a celebration of hair, heritage, and hope?
5. How is this festival important for Black culture and the overall American history/experience?

A1. My role is new and was quite a welcome surprise, when Monica announced it at the opening reception of my exhibit. Currently, my role is to create art, collaborate with other artists, and meet community members and museum patrons. Once the school year begins, I'd love to host classes to give teachers another option for providing students with artistic experiences outside of the classroom. 


A-2. "Natural hair" refers to the fibers emanating from one's scalp be they curly, straight, thick or thin. It's hair in its purest state.  I remember when the Afro, or Bush hairstyle was also referred to as a "natural. I love the flexibility, the choices, the range that natural hair can yield. It hasn't always been celebrated, though. It seems to go through seasons of appreciation.

A3. Much of my art boldly features natural hair although hair is not a principal theme. I love the process of painting natural styles. I've heard "bushy," "nappy," "unruly," "bad hair," "untamed" all my life. So it feels a bit defiant and cathartic for me to recreate the cloud--the crown--that is the Afro, though I perceive that black natural hair still is more readily accepted and celebrated in images than on actual people in the spaces they occupy. 


A4. The voices we hear growing up deeply impact our self-esteem. We reach adulthood still not believing that who we are and what we have is enough, though the whole world is seeking to imitate, emulate, appropriate, and even sell it back to us! 
Events like this help people enjoy the company, advice, and experiences of like-minded (and like-coiffed) people while also celebrating their uniqueness and freedom to present themselves in the way that's that's best for them.


A5. I'm a baby boomer. 
I remember "Say It Loud, I'm Black and I'm Proud," "Young Gifted and Black," Blaxploitation movies, Soul Train, Christy Love, Julia, Friday Foster, Pam Grier, Angela Davis... 
I remember people yelling out of windows, Paul Revere style, if Black people were on TV. 
I got the "You have to be twice as good..." speech. 
I remember feeling as if the goal in life was to be one of the "good" Black people. Be articulate; look the part; know when to turn it on, and when to turn it off. Avoid appearing foolish or clownish. Be conservative, whatever that means. 
It's exhausting. 
There was an urgency to prove you were nothing like the stereotypes. How confused we should be! Thankfully someone decided, "Enough already". Someone pushed back against self-loathing; reminded us how "fearfully and wonderfully made" we are--strong hair and all. 
Natural hair has always been a source of fascination. I think that's why we love it. It's special, and worthy of love and admiration. And it's imperative to love self first, if we ever hope to truly love others.