For Rosa

Her spirit has no frame.

Her smile

     opened her home, with her Sam,

     to family and friends, made family.

Her generosity

     packed Beautiful Sisters into her suitcase

     to travel far-off places

     and kept us safe through looming hurricanes.

Her joy

     always vibrant and willing,

     danced “my jam!” and knew “how low (she) could go”

Her reverence

     opened hearts with her prayers

     affirming God’s work within her blessings.

Her spirit has no frame.

It/she remains with us

     overflowing,

     through love,

     with our gratitude.

Rosa.

1/15/2021

Love,  “Sister,” Vicki


 

Rosa and her Sam
Cherished memory with Rosa Roberts (sitting) and Indria Perilloux in my home.



	

Wait…

I have never been much for waiting.  I used to feel that some folks did/could not value time, that they would go into the crevices of their psyche and conspire to make me cringe. These days in this season, I can’t afford my previous behavior while waiting. When someone is late, I no longer pace the floor or scratch a blackboard.  I no longer stand in front of the bathroom and loudly sing because it TaKEs FOreVER FoR SOmeONE To GrOOm AND GO!  No, I don’t; ‘can’t have my ‘pressure go up.  Instead, I just pick up my phone and browse all the mellie (“juicy news” in Caribbean jargon) on social media.  What?!

Awaiting a person is one thing, but let’s look at America waiting for Amerikkka to grow up and stop acting a fool. Since the inception of this country, we have been waiting.  In 2021, this baby is still a toddler with tantrums, storming the Capitol of these United States.  Why?  Just ’cause Black folks voted and their votes counted?  Child, please!

Black Lives Matter, GW Harper

We have serious growing pains.  If you didn’t know, now you understand what privilege looks like.  Riled up and supported by Baby T and his gang, big bawling terrorists climb, crawl, and walk loud and proud up in the Big House, defying, killing the law, defecating on the Capitol floor, and sitting on the desk of the Madame Pelosi.  Officer Eugene Goodman had to step up to stop Amerikkka from entering the House Chambers.

Except for several, the terrorists are alive, and unlike protesters for racial justice, no spankings,: not many are jailed.  One big baby with face paint is eating organic food in jail. Baby musn’t go hungry.  As grown folks, we have the charge to punish the petulant demagogues and anarchists.  Expel Amerikkka.  America is not its playpen. 

The adage goes that if enough time passes, good things will come.  But we don’t wait for our children to become adults; we groom them to be mindful, and if they act out, they are reprimandedAmerikkka will never learn unless we recognize and handle it now, take action now. We have been waiting too long for this shift to occur.

While we know waiting requires patience,  whatever we do, we don’t pray for it.  We will be tested over and over.  God be like, “Y’all got it?…do y’all need some more practice waiting?”  We don’t.  We’re done!

Flag roots by Ronnie Phillips

Featured photo: leeann-cline-@-unsplash


Joy Juice

We learned our lesson on waiting.  Everything is coming up that needs to come out.  Time to release this craziness to make way for the new dawn, America, not Amerikkka.

For years now, I have heard the word “Wait!” It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This “Wait” has almost always meant “Never.” We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that “justice too long delayed is justice denied.” Dr. Martin Luther King  (Happy Birthday)

It’s all good/God/love – Victorine

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Zoom

This year has given new meaning to the lyrics in the Commodore’s song, Zoom. “Id’ like to fly away…” But you can’t! You can’t just pick up and go like you used to. You gotta take your spray, sanitizing hand wash and wipes, your masks, and your b_ _ _ h-face for anyone not wearing a mask or invading your 6-foot distance.  (Is your elbow sore yet?). 

We been Zooming alright, our only way of video-hugging those we love. I even know how to initiate a Zoom now without screwing it up. While Zooming may be a part of our pandemic-and-beyond flair, 2021 will soon be here, y’all.  The planets are aligned, and we are poised to get vaccinated and liberated. What?

I don’t know about you, but all that stuff I ruminated over during this reprieve from normalcy is coming out.  I’m writing and posting more; I finally figured out how to have patrons, and soon, I’ll be doing a video every now and then.  See?

No, no…wait…Let me try again…

Now, you folks are older.  You should have a little patience with me—one last time.

Now, as you can see, I didn’t Zoom myself in my rather large glasses before buying them (What?!), but I’m learning to video with you in my heart and mind.

Happy Holiday blessings, and may you experience the wonders of all traditions of light, and remember the Light within you – the reason for all seasons!

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I claim no rights to music on the video.  All rights reserved to the respective copyright owners.


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Did y’all notice my pearls on the tree and me?  We already know they symbolize a change coming.  Is our time over for hopes and dreams?  No!  We are just beginning, revitalized, renewed, and with the help of our Ancestors and the Creator, we are lifting each other up!  Who’s Zooming Who? We are being zoomed with blessings abundant.

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…can’t dance.

The adage goes, “I might as well (do whatever the task), I can’t dance.” Oh yes, you can!  You have every right to dance “with your hair blowing back,” as my friend, Indria Perilloux says. Here we are in the midst of this shifting paradigm, most of us shut-in, due to this pandemic.  When we step out, we say hello to folks we don’t even recognize because they are all masked up and 6 feet from us.  ‘How we know who we dancing with?”  There I go, ranting Truth is, we don’t need an ensemble or a partner, we can move our feet and/or hands with great abandon in celebration of just being alive at this moment.  What?!!

A few examples come to mind.  You got folks like Dr. Felice Green.  She’s a dancing machine.  She doesn’t care if she has a partner or not.  Shoot, that’s what line dances were designed for.  We can bust a move whether or not we are looking into someone’s face.  You can’t see it anyway with a mask.  This video of Dr. Green was taken before COVID, but you get the picture:

Then, you got your groups. Now I’ve seen groups from dance schools, Senior clubs, Steppers from Greek organizations, Dance troupes, and such, but I ain’t never seen activists that like to dance like  Project Say Something, Florence, AL . Here they are at the Juneteenth celebration/rally to get a Confederate monument relocated. See if you can identify Mr. K dancing.


Of course, dancing is one of the most compelling art forms in existence and can really be therapeutic:

  • It helps you put a halt to Corona-butt.  Instead of growing, you start flowing with the music and before you know it, you’ve exercised.
  • You angry about recent events?  Put on some music, dance, and let the steam out of that stress.
  • Dancing with other folks makes you feel good, can boost your confidence.  They look as silly as you, or as Chicago smooth as you.  Dancing can break barriers of communication. You can even moan about how bad you dance while dancing.  Just keep going; your joy juice will catch up with you!
  • I remember when we used to make up steps for dances.  You don’t have to be a certified choreographer to create moves.  Express your creativity.

These dancers were in an open Buddhist temple, Bangkok, Thailand

Dancing can take us from total awe and splendor to setting “the roof, the roof, the roof…on fire.”  When I can’t break it down with my feet,  I’ll move whatever I can and dance in my head.  I’m just saying we deserve a reprieve from processing all we have been through in 2020.  Kick up your heels and dance in the holidays.

Featured image: CORE Drummers with my dancing accompanying them.


Joy Juice

Dancing can be healing and is a clear path to expressing joy.  Wanna see what dancing can do?  Watch Dance Dreams on Netflix.  After COVID distancing, go see a dance concert.  Feel the passion that dancing can ignite.

“Dance as though no one is watching.”-Mark Twain

“It’s all good/ love/God” – Victorine


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Fly and Dye

Pat, Janis, Moi, Nedra, &Indria

So I was laughing with my girls today, the usual suspects, Pat Kline, Indria Perilloux, and Nedra Shelton, and I made a rhyme.  “Fly and dye.”  Hmmm…what could this refer to? Could it be the farcical display of events we have seen take place within the last three months?  Maybe a debacle in a debate or the maniacal meandering in what was allegedly a Press Conference. What?!!

You see, these things don’t just happen on a whim.  I’m watching Evil on Netflix, and I am sure there is a mystical humming, an underpinning of happenings that respond to the voices in support of what does us no good.  “He” calls Black women “nasty,” so a nasty fly appears on “his” VP’s  show snow-white head, sits there, under hot cameras in defiance, thinking You so nasty, you don’t even feel me!”  

Next, the seats are full with “his” minions, and the curtain rises. In front of a State, our actor is in a state of desperation, spewing ugliness about an election “he” has lost.  The humming/evil becomes so disturbing that a bald head bleeds dye.

Of course, my girls and I were dying with laughter over remembering these antics.  The thing is, are they antics or are they manifestations of energy claiming exclusivity that intends to haunt us?  Whatever it is, we know better.  We ain’t flying or dying with this intention; we gon’ walk in the truth of who/what we are: healthy, whole, inclusive, and fearless.  What?!!


Joy Juice

Politics can be nasty, but when equality and justice are at the helm of leadership we can affirm safety in all processes.  We have survived so much of the grime of False Evidence Appearing Real.  It’s time to lean on the real deal, the Love/Energy./God that propels us all. #noevilinthis

“It’s all good/love/God” – Victorine


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OW!

Y’all!

It’s the day after Thanksgiving, at 6:06PM, and I been sleep since 4:00PM.  I cooked all day yesterday and it’s an overpass cast day, fine for sleeping. Thank goodness the sun wasn’t shining.  Since my COVID, I been walking daily, getting some good vitamin D. I have a sister-friend who walked a 10K “Turkey Trot.”  You already know that does not describe my 1-1/2 to 2-mile jaunt.  Plus, all of a sudden my bones have started to ache.  I went to open something, and my “Arthur” said, “Nope.”  My hand started to cramp and look like the monsters from Thriller! I wasn’t doing the dance, though.  I bent down to pick up something, and I could’ve sworn I heard something crackOW!  What?!

Thanksgiving has not worn off. So, I can’t keep ranting like usual.  I gotta do some praise dancing:

  • I distanced and dined with my fam yesterday, 7, including my son’s new girlfriend.  We had masks on, windows up, separated households,  and I ate away from the others, but we had to give special blessings for being able to hang out, even if we couldn’t hug. We didn’t play Monopoly this year either!
  • I got to witness “America” on the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade:
    • Indigenous People did a ceremony for “Manahatta,”  celebrating their resilience.
    • Sorority, Zeta Phi Beta, founded at Howard University, (VP Harris attended there), Stepped into the season.
    • West Point did traditional Christmas tunes.
    • A Caribbean troupe represented with Carnivale flair.
    • Puerto Rico had a troupe, kicking out Latin music.
    • LBGTQIA represented, and an all lesbian band played.
    • Of course, Broadway and Dolly Parton performed, but when Patti LaBelle sang this jammin’ Christmas tune, and some Steppers were on the street, I was too through!
  • This parade represented hope to me, the recognition of the inclusive country we should be.  Yes, it was only a parade, but for me, it was like this veil of isolation, and invisibility was dissolving in real-time.
  • The election.
  • The many books, articles, documentaries, and drama-docs depicting Truth about social justice and history.
  • Social media, Garden Spices Magazine, and Spicy…and my fabulous Contributors
  • The upheaval and survival of activists, standing in strength, courage, and resolve.
  • Seeking and practicing spiritual guidance. I may hurt from time-to-time, but I remain in gratitude for my abundant life, including Mr. K. (Couldn’t leave him out).

The family tradition – Monopoly with new rules every year!!

Y’all wanna know the truth?  OW was really supposed to be about “Obvious weaves and wigs,” but I got to thinking…nope, not today.  I’m just feeled  filled with too much gratitude.  Hmmm…seems like I’m forgetting something…Oh, YOU!  Thank you for riding with my antics and being an integral part of my bountiful life.


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We know the Indigenous People do not celebrate traditional Thanksgiving.  The pilgrims = pain for them, which we now recognize.  We are living within a time when all is being surfaced, and it is our quest to find the lining that enables us to pursue what brings us to a centered life. Gratitude isn’t always coupled with joy.  Sometimes we have to process pain to find any semblance of joy.  But darkness can never obscure the light, and for this, our greatest gift is gratitude, which we celebrate.

“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.” – Buddha

“You will be enriched in every way to be generous in every way, which through us will produce thanksgiving to God,” 15 Corinthians 9:11

“Give thanks for little and you will find a lot,” Nigerian Proverb

It’s all good/love/God – Victorine


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IT

In my last post, Marred Vision, I told y’all about my excursions with Mr. K, to museums, protests, family visits and such. Did I mention that I have every kind of mask imaginable – batik, African, Good Trouble, A No Justice, No Peace, Project Say Something mask, elastic over my head, some around my ears. I don’t leave home without one. I also wear glasses. Oh yes, I practice COVID-SAFETY. What..,no Where…no, How…Did I contract “IT?”

I thought I had my annual virus, yuck feeling, a few chills, and a three-day heal. Of course, I checked the CDC symptoms. No headache, no fever, no aches, breathing well with maybe a mild, infrequent congested cough. On the fourth day, Tuesday, I felt a sense of malaise. Mr. K thought maybe I was just bored. Hah! We stopped to pick up lunch, went home, and I needed to nap. ( I told y’all about my naps.) So, no problem there, except I slept through the night. The next day I felt tired, but tried to do light housework and made myself take a walk. When I got home, out I went again. This time, I would not leave the couch. I would awaken, feel this nausea, then back to sleep I went, I only awakened to bathe, change underwear, then back down to sleep. Maybe every hour or so I would wake up, but feel this yuck, nausea, and back down I’d go. This lasted for 3 days until my daughter, Camille, the Dragon Lady, put the kibosh on me. “You gotta go to see your doctor!” Monday, I went; Dr. Santiago tested me for COVID, but not without pondering thyroid problems and even Mono! Tuesday, I learned I tested positive. Today is Friday, and I am still extremely lethargic, with no energy and the yuck feeling every now and then.

Why the transparency? I want you guys to know that :

  1. Don’t play. We were around several people that were not wearing masks. Even though we had ours on, I got IT. I thought I got IT from my son, Miles, who lives with me, but he tested negative. Unfortunately, Mr. K was +.
  2. IT is an enigma. It may not look the way you think it should. If you feel any way outside of normal, GET TESTED. Mr. K is asymptomatic.
  3. VITAMIN UP! I have religiously taken Vitamins D and C for years, adding Zinc during COVID. I do believe that may have helped my condition.

Y’all, I am so blessed! Age 70, with asthma, and here I be, a COVID survivor. I’m not 100% yet, but I’m here, and I do not take IT for granted. I am being cool and healing smart. What?!

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Joy Juice

Every day I pray for those that have been affected by this pandemic. I am forever grateful for my loving family and friends that fuss about me. In the midst of these changing times, it is always the time to love strong, not to take a moment for granted. Remember

It’s all good/ love/God – Victorine

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Marred Vision

Mr. K is here visiting from South Carolina.  We are COVID safe and cozy here in Bama.  What us gon’ do?  No more dances and concerts, but plenty of TV.  My son is like, “Why y’all looking at your devices as you watch TV?”  I’m like, “‘Cause we grown.” We go for masked visits with his folks, walks in the park, silent protests with my folks,  and do what we both love – hitting eateries and museums.  What?!

Sunday we visited the Huntsville Museum of Art  Loved it, especially the Red Clay Survey, displaying work by Alabama artists. Then we picked up some food at my favorite Caribbean restaurant, Mango’s –  oxtail and red snapper dinners.  Shut up!  I was grinning ear-to-ear.  Wednesday, we drove to Savannah, TN.  After eating delicious catfish at the Catfish Hotel in Shiloh, my history buff, Mr. K. suggested we drive through Shiloh Park. I’m like, “Oh Lort!  Art, yes, but a battleground park? Ugh…”

Upon entering the pristine park, we met a few canons and cannonball sculptures, and as we drove further, I noticed the dedicated monuments to Northern states, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa.  Of course!  The Union won this battle.  There was southern representation too, and a massive cemetery, commemorating the dead.

This ground, so reverently silent, had been the backdrop of mass carnage.  Young men fighting for what they believed to be just, and death taking no prisoners. This battle killed over 23,000 men.

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Shiloh Cemetery

I could not help but think about the subverted battle cry of our current Commander in Chief, receiving nationwide coverage September 29, 2020.  How can any American review our bloody past,  our Civil War, and invoke a “stand back” and a “stand by” for white supremacists, the misnomer, “Proud Boys?”  What do we do to combat a vision of division, the ensuing battleground held by the person at the helm of our country.? We are implored to hold our own perception and act upon it.  We must identify the malady of racism by calling it out, denouncing it, and it starts in your neighborhood.

In my small town. Florence, AL racial justice activists are antagonized dailyMayor Holt is at our helm, and he and other city administrators are complicit by their silence. They will not speak out against Confederate symbols, racism, and how they affect the community.  .  They will not speak out about the threats of violence received daily on social media.  This denial breeds more division, with white supremacists feeling empowered by the silence of the city administration.

The sages say, “Everything must come up to come out,” This is the only way we can find our way to healing.  We can no longer stay within the state of denial. 

Mayor Holt and the City Council of Florence, I challenge you to step up and publicly denounce racism.  Do it before the election, even with the fear of losing racists voters.

This is the first step to a true vision for a small town, then perhaps a nation.

 


Joy Juice

Critical mass.  Those of us willing to transcend the news of the day to hold a vision of togetherness can have a great impact on our country.  Counting on a few good men/women to join me.  It ain’t easy, but it’s what I can do.

It’s all good/love/God – Victorine

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lamentation for 2nd city: the lion’s roar

 

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he lay there

languid in position

pissed in disposition

roaring

to break free from peering eyes

camouflaged by cotton candy.

 

he could smell

lake michigan strollers, bikers, runners

southside harold’s chicken, giordano’s pizza, and lem’s bar b que

margaret murphy-webb, as she sang

summer in the city

in hyde park

 

he could hear

the stepping jams

the rainbow fountain

the outer and inner drive traffic

echoing his roars

 

he could feel

incoln park

bronzeville

the magnificent mile

the blind man singing

79th street blinging

 

chicago  in his soul

uncaged

 

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Just a thought…”Will you still love me tomorrow?”

Oh yes, Black is back!! We are on the cover of every magazine. There are Black faces hawking everything you can think of, from film to fashion, in front of and behind cameras, and in every business sector. Black lives now matter, cause Black money has always mattered.  We witness white folks promoting Black to assuage guilt from the recent lynchings and distorted history .  “What us gon’ do?”  We’re gonna let them promote us with their hair flying back., as we ride the wave of exploitationWhat?!!!

Go ahead!  Promote us.  We’ll take it.  There was a time you couldn’t find a Black model on a fashion page.   Check out The Great Awokening; we got your Vogue, GQ, Bazaar, even a Special Edition of Vanity Fair with, The Great Fire, by Guest Editor, Ta-nehshi Coates – Black folks everywhere!  Black Entertainment Network, BET,  has to look out; Netflix, Prime, Hulu, all the cable channels are sportin’ Black entertainment.  You don’t have to search anymore; Black entertainment has a highlighted section.  We even glow in the dark!

Image from a Facebook post. Title Unknown

We’re in.  Black folks are protesting, tearing off the shackles of Confederate myths by tearing down symbols of hate.  We crawl through the carnage of police policy, demanding justice and reform, and most astounding, we find so much of the white population moving with us.  We lead; they follow, asking how to use their privilege, paying homage to so many lessons never realized until now.   Black frontline workers and old folks also leading positive COVID numbers.  Oh yeah, we in. 

Global revolution, fire literally burning our streets, our earth, our hearts.  Where are Black folks…in the news, of course, with fists raised in protest.  Always, camera shots of Blacks rioting; so often, faceless white imposters wearing black, initiating the mayhem, waving flags of terror.  A new Blackface.

Indeed, Black is back, but for how long? If the fire of sensation simmers, and the celluloid dissolveswill the work, the good trouble, the inclusion of Black and brown people continue? 

“Will you still love me tomorrow?” You/we must.


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Of course, this is an important time in our global existence; history is being created before our eyes.  We must remember the work and blessings in cleaning the ashes and continuing to work during and after the reveal of justice.  Celebrating an Anniversary is more challenging than a Honeymoon, but more rewarding.  We must continue the course knowing, “Joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30:5

“It’s all love/good//God.” – Victorine

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