Facing anything? Wanna talk about things, clear your mind and get something off your chest?
I have thought about being a Listener. Though there are no jobs that pay for really good problem solving and listening skills without a prescription, I just like to say I am here to listen whenever anyone would like to borrow a friend for a moment. Maybe we can help slow things down and get a few things clear together. I'm just saying, someone in the world cares about you, what you feel and the problems we all face when going through life and change can be devastating when you think you're facing it alone or with difficult negative people around that may not believe in you. I am light and positive and wouldn't mind lending some of my wisdom freely to just bounce a few ideas off each other. Perhaps we'll learn a few things and share some understanding.
Love you.
GG
Sunday, October 14, 2012
The REAL story of Medusa
While I was on a roll with typing this evening, I am going to just lay out my story of Medusa, and not some mythical creature or some goddess but the sum of what a person with the name may reveal.
Medusa was an average woman who had dreadlocks. The coincidence in her name was more so of folklore than of relevant people who knew of her. She lived away from people because of how they treated her based on her name. Medusa had dreadlocks when she was coming up and since her hair didn't grow quickly as a child she was often teased because of her image and her name. She decided then to wear a cloak outside to cover her hair and did not return to public school. As she was being home schooled by a single parent, her hair was able to grow with all of the knowledge that her mother was feeding her. When she was of age, she studied abroad and traveled the world based on the curiosity she gained by her studies isolated at home. She hated vanity, so she refused to have mirrors in the places she lived or carry any type of mirror on her. The most she would ever see of her reflection was in pools of water. By the time she had matured and aged she returned home to her mother in her town and decided to explore the world she was hiding from. She was able to produce confidence abroad by wearing the covering, but she had matured enough in herself to be able to remove her head wear and reveal herself.
Her hair, neatly manicured and radiant curled all around sculpting her face and was defined by luxury. It effortlessly flowed and bounced about playfully all about her, brightening her aura and fueling her esteem. She looked in a mirror with her mother who treasured the beauty of her daughter. She imagined her happy living with a respectful gentleman and settling down to deliver her grandchildren. She whispered her dreams to the universe and watched with Medusa dancing stars that twinkled in the night. Medusa thought to herself of looking throughout the town to see what adventures were true to her and slept sound on the idea of mystery.
Medusa awoke and planned a few things to do about town. It was a lively, sunny day, and she could hear the busy sounds of the people. She wanted to visit a few places close by and then see the old country which was full of lush greens and tall trees, peacefully set in the north part of town. She gathered some things and kissed her mother, which was happy to see her daughter outgoing and spontaneous. Medusa dazzled off, wondering what she will see and who she may meet.
As Medusa walked the streets of her town, something peculiar happened. The woman all sneered and stared at her and the men stood in absolute shock, dazed by her beauty. "Stop staring Charles," one woman protested. "She's gonna turn you into stone just staring at her like that!!" And that's exactly what she did, excited and curious walking about. People followed her and marveled at her and sure enough most of them were stone, gazing upon her in awe. Starstruck, these women had to tell their men to come out of the trance Medusa had put upon them, and that didn't make the women very happy, although they were too curious of her wonder to lash out against her. She enjoyed her visit doing the things she had dreamed and wished for so long, she decided to think about her trip home as a welcome to stay. She was not proud or vain, and she lived in her hometown to finally meet a man who was not stone over her beauty, but of her heart and love. They live as pillars of their community in grace and peace, happily, as so was wished by her mother when the cloak was removed. Love may find stars of coal as diamonds of beautiful memories are born. I hope you have enjoyed my little fairy tale.
Thanks for reading.
GG
Medusa was an average woman who had dreadlocks. The coincidence in her name was more so of folklore than of relevant people who knew of her. She lived away from people because of how they treated her based on her name. Medusa had dreadlocks when she was coming up and since her hair didn't grow quickly as a child she was often teased because of her image and her name. She decided then to wear a cloak outside to cover her hair and did not return to public school. As she was being home schooled by a single parent, her hair was able to grow with all of the knowledge that her mother was feeding her. When she was of age, she studied abroad and traveled the world based on the curiosity she gained by her studies isolated at home. She hated vanity, so she refused to have mirrors in the places she lived or carry any type of mirror on her. The most she would ever see of her reflection was in pools of water. By the time she had matured and aged she returned home to her mother in her town and decided to explore the world she was hiding from. She was able to produce confidence abroad by wearing the covering, but she had matured enough in herself to be able to remove her head wear and reveal herself.
Her hair, neatly manicured and radiant curled all around sculpting her face and was defined by luxury. It effortlessly flowed and bounced about playfully all about her, brightening her aura and fueling her esteem. She looked in a mirror with her mother who treasured the beauty of her daughter. She imagined her happy living with a respectful gentleman and settling down to deliver her grandchildren. She whispered her dreams to the universe and watched with Medusa dancing stars that twinkled in the night. Medusa thought to herself of looking throughout the town to see what adventures were true to her and slept sound on the idea of mystery.
Medusa awoke and planned a few things to do about town. It was a lively, sunny day, and she could hear the busy sounds of the people. She wanted to visit a few places close by and then see the old country which was full of lush greens and tall trees, peacefully set in the north part of town. She gathered some things and kissed her mother, which was happy to see her daughter outgoing and spontaneous. Medusa dazzled off, wondering what she will see and who she may meet.
As Medusa walked the streets of her town, something peculiar happened. The woman all sneered and stared at her and the men stood in absolute shock, dazed by her beauty. "Stop staring Charles," one woman protested. "She's gonna turn you into stone just staring at her like that!!" And that's exactly what she did, excited and curious walking about. People followed her and marveled at her and sure enough most of them were stone, gazing upon her in awe. Starstruck, these women had to tell their men to come out of the trance Medusa had put upon them, and that didn't make the women very happy, although they were too curious of her wonder to lash out against her. She enjoyed her visit doing the things she had dreamed and wished for so long, she decided to think about her trip home as a welcome to stay. She was not proud or vain, and she lived in her hometown to finally meet a man who was not stone over her beauty, but of her heart and love. They live as pillars of their community in grace and peace, happily, as so was wished by her mother when the cloak was removed. Love may find stars of coal as diamonds of beautiful memories are born. I hope you have enjoyed my little fairy tale.
Thanks for reading.
GG
Dreadlocks
Okay, I am another individual with dreadlocks with a dreadlock blog. I just want to say as far as locs go that it has been an interesting experience watching people adapt to locs. I mean at first it was all these older guys with Rastafarian caps talking about the revolution, now so many people are finding out about the heritage and culture behind it that we are taking away the biases and the assumptions and the myths about them, shifting their presence into the norm. I remember people thought of the look as a fad and that they were frowned upon for bringing the kink under control and the natural look is always to be embraced with confidence. This is more than just a hair style. It involves a very exciting spiritual journey that has you looking for answers to so many ideas. It matures you. As they grow, they inspire and mature like the roots of a tree soaking up life and wind and light and moisture, giving you a texture of beautiful, radiant, silky, shiny, clean, healthy hair to any race or culture of people that decide to take the journey. I know there are still people out there, as I have heard them call me rope headed and mop haired or whatever, I am still encouraging people to take people with locs and natural hair as a serious mark of personal understanding of self and expression.Each person adds a uniqueness and personality to their hair to wear their crown happily and with a confidence that defines them. There are many alternatives out there on how to care for your hair but I love the look and feel of dreadlocks and would encourage anyone to educate themselves and learn to see people with natural hair and locs together as a new culture. They are not to be dreaded or feared but are to be respected. They are gold added to the earth in a natural state of being.
That's my view on dreadlocks. Happy Nappy!
That's my view on dreadlocks. Happy Nappy!
Okay this site is for me and me only. The fact that you are reading this is a blessing to you, which I appreciate. It for my personal use and I am appreciative of any responses I may get on my topics, but I am horrible at following up on things so I'm using this as a tool to improve on a few skills and develop new ones, I'm not going to take myself so seriously when it comes to writing. I have had a difficult time writing creatively lately that I just wanted to have a place I can write about the things that have come to mind and be able to reflect on them in a positive way. If someone visiting were to see my page, I am not ashamed of my artistic preferences, my honesty, my feelings or intentions and would mind being respected if we do not share the same views, thoughts, or perspectives. I just wanted to be clear that this is just an outlet for me to start writing again and I'd like to keep my forum light and positive to enhance my capabilities as a student. Thank you so much and I hope whatever you find is of help and use to you to come back and view my artistic freedoms again.
Be Blessed,
Me, GG
Creartist
Be Blessed,
Me, GG
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