Sylvester has once again been featured on Tummy Rub Tuesday. He is the Plump, no Fat Tuxedo kitty cat!! Thanks Marc!! Meow!!
Women must be at the table and reclaim human and religious right!
“Alaa Murabit’s family moved from Canada to Libya when she was 15. Before, she’d felt equal to her brothers, but in this new environment she sensed big prohibitions on what she could accomplish. As a proud Muslim woman, she wondered: was this really religious doctrine? With humor, passion and a refreshingly rebellious spirit, she shares how she discovered examples of female leaders from across the history of her faith — and how she launched a campaign to fight for women’s rights using verses directly from the Koran.” — TED
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Always Something There to Remind Me.”
Naturally I had to start off with the signature song in sync with the Theme.
Naked Eyes- Always Something There To Remind Me
Let’s turn the dial on the Wayback Machine to 1964. St. Albans, Queens 115th Road & 196th Street.
Martha Reeves & the Vandellas – Dancing in the Street (1964)
Now an 8 track Flashback to my Army days in Augsburg, Germany as a member of the 569th PSC. Hanging out at the NCO Club with my girls! Memories!
Bringing the Funk with Parliament!
Parliament – Flashlight
Time to Shake Your Groove Thing!
Peaches & Herb – Shake Your Groove Thing
Get Real! There’s a Party Over Here!
Cheryl Lynn – Got To Be Real
Yes I was a Disco Kid back in the day!
Anita Ward – Ring my Bell (Original Disco Version)
Let’s Slow it down a bit. Slow jam on the dance floor of the NCO Club Sheridan Kaserne Friday and Saturday nights.
Heatwave – Always and Forever
Back to my Old ‘Hood’ Jamaica, Queens!
Tom Browne – Funkin’ For Jamaica
Ibeyi – River
Oh Great Goddess Oshun Let Me Come to Your Waters that You May Wash My Soul.
Capture me in Your Ecstasies! Wash over Me washing away the filth of modern life, Corporate America, capitalism, greed, anxiety and pain. Flow through me Queen of the Rivers with your cleansing floods. Casting off shadows I dive deep into your essence. Through the sweetest of baptisms I am made whole. I hear the voices of my ancestors calling me. Calling me back home.
My mind touches the picture. Spirit possess me. Visions reach across centuries and your mind is at one with mine. I feel your emotions. Your fears. Your voice crying out across time. Ancestral spirits rise up from seas, oceans, rivers crossing the veil to those still earthbound crying, “Hear Our Voices! Be Our Conduit to the Future!” Orisha speak through me! Orisha Speak through me!
Middle Passage and Trail of Tears join forces! Come forth with Power and Grace!
I eagerly await your knowledge, wisdom and energies O’ Goddess of Creativity!
Ibeyi – River (RLR Remix)
Normal morning bagel run.
Saw him. He smiled, stopped & waited for me.
I was pleasantly surprised.
We walked and talked about the new building.
He made my day.
Still wondering what’s behind the smile. Why stop for me? Am I so special?
Little does he know that he has created a shelter of possibilities within my mind.
Perhaps there will be an Act II.
Shall I have pleasures once more or is this another sweaty middle-aged fantasy?
Hot Flashes need new memories.
Maybe I won’t have to eat myself into oblivion after all.