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May 29, 2009

Blame It On me

Blame It on Me... Alana Davis

 

Leaves change from green to red without notes in tune with time that surrounds
I think that's something that you said back a while when you first started coming around
You and I are from different worlds but that gave us more to share
You'd ask me where I wanted to be and I was happy with you just being there
Now I feel we've got some serious talking ahead and I don't want you to get me wrong
It's just we've become kind of a habit to each other and this can't keep going on
Blame it on Me
Over the past few months through no fault of you own
I've grown disenchanted and I've got to go it alone
Seems the natural thing to do 'cause you can't cling to me if I'm not gonna stick with you
Now take a look at what it's all coming down to
You act like I'm leaving you on the shelf but I don't know how else to say it
Life's a game and we all have to play it
So I've got to look out for myself
Blame it on me
All these changes coming on And I'm feeling it so strong
You know they've got to be real
It's hard to explain it baby if i can't tell you how i feel
I've been pushing it aside but i can't sacrifice my pride any longer
I thought it would subside
Something I could hide
But it's only getting stronger
Blame it on me

 

I listened to this song for the first time in a while last night and once again, it got me, like it always does.  When we end a relationship with someone, whether it be a friendship or a romantic relationship, it is always difficult to acknowledge, why this thing must come to an end. Or even THAT it must come to an end. One very hard lesson i have been learning in the last couple of years is that not every one that comes in your life, is meant to stay in your life. Sometimes people come into our lives to be a distraction, to knock us off course when God is about to do something powerful in our lives. The arguement that I had the other night, sigh, really reaffirmed this concept for me. That particular relationship is poisonus, and always has been. Granted, there were some incredibly valuable lessons learned and some great creative works that stemmed from it, but ultimately, this person is detrimental to my progress and thus needs to be let go.
I was in church on Sunday and a part of the message was talking about friends in your life who are down with you when both of you are struggling, but as soon as you start progressing forward, and God starts pouring his blessings down onto you, then jealousy, or whatever, comes in and these people you onced leaned on are no where to be found. Poisonus relationships.
Every once in a while, God will start weeding people out of my life. Or rather I should say, God will totally isolate me from everyone and everything and get me to a place where He is the only voice I can hear. Pretty soon, I begin to lean less on people and more on Him. I guess that is the point right. We should never put men before God. Wait... I'm way off topic... LOL!. Sorry, I digress...
In the song, Alana says....
Over the past few months through no fault of you own I've grown disenchanted and I've got to go it alone Seems the natural thing to do 'cause you can't cling to me if I'm not gonna stick with you...

It is so easy to get comfortable in a not so great situation. We get comfortable because things get predictable and our expectations for change diminish. Sometimes we don't want change. I know in my life, with all of the craziness that's going on, I loved having that one thing I knew was going to be around, and thus I got comfortable. I knew that whenever I called, he would answer. I knew that whenever I needed him around he would be there. I knew that whenever i needed to talk he would listen. And knowing this allowed me to over look the fights and the arguements and the times i just wanted to choke him out, because when the time came that I needed something, the comfort of knowing that he was around was ultimately why i kept him around. Scary how that happens, but so true. It was my fault. I was to blame. I kept him around for purely selfish reasons even though underneath the surface and in certain company above the surface, i was unhappy. Its so sad to think about this as I'm writing, but life is lessons... So where does that leave me now?
Bottom line is that I still have a lot to learn. A long way to go. But one thing I have learned to do, is look at each situation as a lesson. Every thing has some sort of POSITIVE aspect that can be drawn from it and it is up to you or me to figure out what it is. Every hurt can turn into a poem, every smile can turn into a song, Everyone who pisses me off WILL be in the next book... just kidding LOL! but you get what i'm saying. Life really is a beautiful struggle, if you make it that way. Take everything you can from it and also know that sometimes, you have to put the blame on yourself, know that its okay not to have that person in your life and make the necessary moves. Think of it as making room for the next lesson to come in and leave its mark

May 22, 2009

Happiness is...

I recently found an old book on my shelf. When I was three years old, my grandmother and I sat in her living room with me on her lap and she began teaching me how to read. Who knew that those quiet moments with Nana would guide me into my future career as a writer, artist and educator? The book , Happiness is a Sad Song by Charles Shultz quickly became my favorite as is evident by the well worn pages and it was not long before I was reading well above my age range.  Those feelings of nostalgia definitely kicked in as I carefully turned the pages and as I read, it reminded me of how important it is to appreciate the simple things in life. With all of the bad news and hard times and heartache we face daily, sometimes we have to take a second and think about what is beautiful and good in our lives. The things we glance over every day that truly make life special.  So, I present to you, Brandelyn’s rendition of Happiness is…all the things that are making me happy today! Also, I welcome any additions!!!

 

Happiness is a clean apartment

Happiness is a text message from your brother telling you he loves you

Happiness is rolling in the car with the windows down and the perfect song playing on the stereo

Happiness is a full Ipod battery

Happiness is finding that book you’ve been looking for on the clearance rack for 1.00.

Happiness is ice cream!

Happiness is a three day weekend and having a car to enjoy it

Happiness is free parking

Happiness is mail in my mailbox that is not a bill

Happiness is that quiet lull in the middle of the day

Happiness is a nap in the middle of the day

Happiness is completing your to-do list

Happiness is spending quality time with the Lord

Happiness is getting in touch with old friends

Happiness is going through old cards and pictures and feeling how much you are loved

Happiness is a returned phone call

Happiness is the sight of Hummingbirds

Happiness is 75 Degree weather

Happiness is having a pool to enjoy the weather in

Happiness is making major changes in your life

Happiness is BBQ's and catching up with people you usually only get to email!

Happiness is knowing that no matter what happens, everything is going to be okay

 

Peace Y’all!
B

 

May 04, 2009

Rahsaan Did It!

            It’s raining outside and for some reason I feel good about it. Maybe because I am sitting here warm in my apartment that is actually clean (enough, LOL) in my favorite spot in the house, at my dining room table where all the magic happens. I’ve heard that a million times on MTV cribs where the celebrity goes to their gigantic bedroom and say, and this is where all the magic happens. If cribs ever came to my house, they would get shown my wooden table with the orange and white print piece of material from Ikea with the candles in the middle of it and I would smile and say, this is where the magic happens. This is where I write, paint, draw, thing, fidget, whatever it is I need to do in that moment, this spot is where I spend most of my time. Sometimes I will have music playing, sometimes I will leave the atmosphere perfectly silent with just sound of my keys tapping the board and on nights like tonight, the sound of the rain dancing outside of my window.

            I went to see one of my favorite artists Rahsaan Patterson the other night with my girl Pia and I have no idea what to call what happened to me, but something shifted, in a good way. As an artist, there is just something almost magical about seeing someone, in their element, doing what they love to do. Not because they have to be there, but because they want to be there. I got the sense that even if Rahsaan wasn’t getting paid a dime, he would still be singing and creating just as hard as he does when he gets those checks. I love that. I have been so busy lately being a business woman. Doing readings and signings, managing appearances and interviews and because all of this is so new to me, it all seems a little bit intimidating and overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Like, I if was going to be intimidated and overwhelmed, I would need it to be because I am pursuing my passion and not because I am running from it. I have been so concerned with pleasing people, making sure people have a good time, making sure I read the right thing, wear the right dress, show up on time, have a good turn out...AHHHHHH!!!

Pause…breathe….reboot….

Rahsaan reminded me that I need to get back to the core of who I am as an artist and that is being a writer. I have had this idea in my head for almost a year for a book, but I have been too afraid to write it. Afraid that it would be too cliché or that I wouldn’t be able to make it interesting, but my man Paulo Coehlo came through again with wisdom that seemed to be created just for me. He said “I have a duty to you…and to myself to talk about the things that concern me and not only about what everyone would like to hear. Some books make us dream, others bring us face to face with reality, but what matters most to the author is the honesty with which a book is written…”

            Needless to say that that quote alone was all of the inspiration I needed to print out those dusty, almost forgotten 45 pages of work and get back to it. I have a voice, I have a story to tell, my story. Only I can tell it the way I can tell it, and it is time for me to stop being afraid of the audience and write once again for myself. This new perspective makes me beyond excited about this new project. I am not used to hours flying by as fast as they are now that I have my head bent down over these pages, but I love it. I will adjust myself back into writers mode and I will learn to balance…production and business. This is who I am…an artist…a writer…and I will take everything that comes along with that.

Peace Y’all!
B


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