A powerful declaration through Sean “Love” Combs’ world of changes has emerged. I listened multiple times to Sean “Love” Combs’ declaration regarding the lack of diversity in The Recording Academy. He spoke not only his conviction, but boldly proclaimed the injustice of the industry towards artists in which he has operated for years. I’m humbled by various voices that have emerged with maturity as they share the scars to unveil the injustice they have endured and commit to creating change for others. Through life and challenges, he shared “the truth” and yet some people of the faith-based community struggle to extend the truth behind a podium labeled as the “sacred desk.” Is it sacred because it holds the truth that would not be proclaimed? Are we afraid to call out societal arrogance and injustice because we dare to tell the ugliness in barter and exchange for favorable circles?
I admire Sean “Love” Combs’ internalized liberty and bold priorities expressed behind the sacred desk of creative artistry. While he was creating music, God was creating his life’s mandate; life’s dual sword. I am regretful that I only experience the admiration and not the manifestation in my own sphere. I no longer wonder why certain dreams and visions have not manifested in my own life. There is great responsibility in certain realms that I can only dream and stand in awe. I realize that perhaps I may never reach that level of influence. I think it’s time to stop hiding behind a sacred desk laced with secrets of the so-called saints. I don’t think it’s working, I think it’s been used to confine the voice of transformation. Until I accept and embody that truth . . . I’ll find myself standing in line and waiting “my time.”
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Fall season is my first love, but so bittersweet. The cycles and break-ups have been uncanny and rough to bare. The relationship has good moments, but could never stabilize into eternity. Somehow, fall season always dominate my brain behavior. The presence of fall season is so overwhelming.
I was so hopeful that each time we connected it was going to be better; only to be bitter. I used to enjoy fall season; I anticipated the transition of colors in the earth, but I believe the constant of change and disruptive flow in my life created hurt. I hate to see the fall season coming. I’m just too old to endure. It’s like having a newborn baby at the age of 65; it’s not for me no matter the beauty.
I’ve tried ignoring fall season, praying for a shorter season. I live in fear of the same ole’ same ole’: not enough money, short on opportunity, and life uncertainty. Fall season brings changes in relationships, priorities, and a calming that almost creates a depressive pace. Somehow, I’ve got to follow the theme of my life right now and “pick this up too.” I used to love the fall season, but we’ve had a fall out and I need to reconcile that relationship. We are not on the same page, we don’t have the same energy and we don’t have the same flow and frequency. Fall and I are in conflict and miscommunication. Fall doesn’t listen to me and that bothers me. Can you at least understand my concerns? Why do you own the pace? Why do you dominate the day? Fall and I have fall’n out. I’m not the one that keeps going back, fall keeps showing up-year after year after year. This relationship is just too bitter to bare. I can’t live without you, I can’t live with you. I have to realize that perhaps what I want long-term was only designed for temporary. I can’t allow the seasonal to be eternal.
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