I Celebrate Myself…

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Music is just music, ya dig?! I love it! Found this after listening to some bhangra beats while packing. Made me appreciate it even more!


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Carpe Annum!

It’s my last night in Baltimore, as a resident. I am moving closer to DC, and I really do not know what to do with the feelings inside me at the moment. I am very conscious of this feeling of uncertainty. I am embarking on a new part of my life. I will be 30 next year, which in itself, doesn’t mean a lot in terms of the fear of getting old. However, I do feel the need for more permanence in my life, as I stated in an earlier post.

Additionally, it will be my last semester in grad school. I am expected to be a real adult: pay loans, getting up at the same time everyday for work, blah, blah. I will do those things, but seriously, life is complex… Before I go off on a rant, I just wanted to pause in the midst of packing and listening to music, and realize that I am entering a new year, and a new chapter in my life. Carpe Annum, I say!! Carpe Annum!

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Maya Angelou

I rode in the car with my friend, Alyce, a week ago to New York. On the way there we picked up her sister and her brother-in-law in Pennsylvania. A beautiful couple, made me at my most pessimistic of moments, believe in the possibility of real love, reciprocated love.

During the ride, Alyce told me about a poem she read at their wedding by Maya Angelou. Although I am not sure this is the right one, I found this beautiful poem:

Touched by an Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

-Maya Angelou

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Moving Day…

…will be in two days. I have only packed three boxes of books, one of which I need to make into two boxes– it’s too heavy.

I HATE moving! I have done everything except pack: upload music, dance, talk to a friend online, write a blog entry, lol! Anyway, I have to do it, the mover is coming on Sunday and I have to clean my apartment. Moving is getting quite old for me. Permanency is necessary at this point.

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Bhutto Assassinated

Woke up this morning to the most unwelcoming news: Benazir Bhutto was killed in Pakistan today. Twenty- Two people were also killed .

There are so many thoughts going on in my head right now. She was indeed an idealist, in her speeches she often spoke of a brighter future for the children of Pakistan. Her strength is to be admired.

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Strings Attached

Inspired by Susheela Raman’s “Voodoo Chile” at two in the morning:

Strings Attached

Strum me

Pluck me until it hurts

Create a forceful melody with your fingers

Find the right key that suits us
And play it all night
Flesh against wood
Sweat dripping
Separation between man and instrument
Will be unrecognizable

Art will be continued

Discover me in crescendos
Let me be at your mercy
Play me until it hurts

The rhythm will become the true master
The music will continue without tire
It will engulf us
It will consume us

Numb to all other senses
The need for the perfect composition
Will feed our drive

Delight will be found
In between
Each clef
Each bass
And each half-note

In each stroke
The rhythm will be rediscovered
And the song will continue on…
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