I love beautiful scenery, cozy spots, places to get lost in that feel like a home.
I like riding over a bridge or through the expressway or through towns in the rain in a car while listening to the soothing sounds of mellow music or contemporary jazz.
I like the thought of atop and over a rooftop at nightfall. Tables, lighting, laughter, food, entertainment amid the dim-lit sun or moonlit essence.
Everyone should love the skin their in because I know I genuinely do!
I love my brown skin- I always have.
I do not know why we who are of African ancestry are called black people- there is no such thing as a natural black skinned person- we are the original “brown colored” people.
My family come in an array of different shades from dark brown, medium brown, light brown, tan, to high yellow.
Color has never been an issue where I come from.
If anything, our color was a beautiful symbol of our African American, Native American and European (English from England) multicultural heritage and diversity.
Brown skin is beautiful.
When I look into the mirror, I am one of the most beautiful things that I have ever seen.
Back in the nineties, as I used to travel quite often to and from the city of Manhattan, I considered the idea of one day moving there.
To take up residency in a gorgeous Brownstone of my choice if possible.
I loved Manhattan back then!
After time passed, the desire faded. I love certain areas of Queens where I plan to remain right now for the time being- unless I one day change my mind to another part of New York.
However, my choice will not be Manhattan, Brooklyn, or the Bronx.
There are many other beautiful parts of New York for me to go If I ever decide to permanently change locations.
Some people think or believe there is a time limit on the potential of their creativity regarding a goal or achievement that they may have or have had set for themselves.
Those with a purpose must always remember that one is never too old or too young when it comes to the pursuit or personal rewards of their achievement or fulfillment.
Never give up hope or give up on one’s dreams. Expectations are not always brought to us in the forms that we want.
Nevertheless, the most important thing to never forget is to strive for the desires in fashions that satisfy one’s own heart, mind, and soul- and not for the acceptance or approval of anyone else.
So, continue to be creative unto creation!
I have no desire to relive events in life but to go back in time to a period when living was much simpler.
I am sure many have those nostalgic memories of climatic events that brought on the ecstasy of pure happiness and joy.
We are reminded in those wholesome classic black and white television shows like Lassie, Leave It to Beaver and so on.
That good old-fashioned fun-loving carefree innocence of life!
I was one who had a knack for correctly sizing up people.
Sensing things about them that others could not sense right away or at all.
If I did not pick up on individuals right away as I normally did then the instinct would hit me not so long after to get a deeper insight into their energy.
Born with a Caul/Veil I could see through people like a lie detector- determining who could or who could not be trusted and who to stay away from.
Seeing into the eyes of the soul and feeling into the depths of the spirit is a connected relationship between the realms.
Looking in and looking out by viewing into the mirror of life to reflect and to reveal.
Sitting back, to take everything in- a resemble just like a tell-tale picture within a frame.
My mother said when I was a young kid or preteen there was a time when I had papers scattered all over the floor an associate recalled to me years ago.
I had a total of three typewriters from early childhood to middle childhood to teenage years that lasted until my adulthood.
The first typewriter was a kiddie typewriter with a ribbon and keys that typed letters and words.
The second typewriter was a more grown-up typewriter that I typed on.
The third typewriter was an electric typewriter that I kept and wrote two manuscripts that I both had gotten published.
I would write my literature in longhand in my journal or notebooks then type them up to my satisfaction.
I have come a long way since the days of writing in my bedroom as a young girl sipping hot tea and milk in hopes of becoming a professional writer one day.
The dream came true as writing is one of the things I was born to do.
I have learned from this experience that when something inherent is really meant to be then nothing can stop it.
Daily Living, By Miss LaToya 