Thursday, October 6, 2011
When one door opens . . .
I got the internship! So excited. This is something that I've wanted for a while, and when I finally let go of my reservations and inhibtions, God opened a door. The best way to say, "thank you" is to go hard, and take advantage of everything that comes my way. I'm working and studying in the healthcare field, and I get a communications & development internship at a healthcare organization. Feeling really blessed right now.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Reminiscence
I was asked to bring writing samples with me today. So, I am looking through my folder of essays from classes, and poems from workshops. And God, do I miss that time. I miss reciting poetry and researching the tragic mulatto. Maybe I should have went ahead and got that Master's in English? But while I was looking, I remembered a poem I fell in love with and it kind of reminds me of someone I know.
Infidelity
Zeus always introduces himself
As one who needs stitching
Back together with kisses.
Like a rock star in leather
& sapphires—conflagration
& a trick of silk falling
Between lost chances & never
Again. His disguises are almost
Mathematical, as Io & Europa
Pass from their dreams into his.
This lord of storm clouds
Is also a sun god crooning desire
& dalliance in a garden of nymphs.
Some days, he loves gloxinia,
& others, craves garlic blooms—
Hera, Aegina, & Callisto in the same song.
-Yusef Komunyakaa
Infidelity
Zeus always introduces himself
As one who needs stitching
Back together with kisses.
Like a rock star in leather
& sapphires—conflagration
& a trick of silk falling
Between lost chances & never
Again. His disguises are almost
Mathematical, as Io & Europa
Pass from their dreams into his.
This lord of storm clouds
Is also a sun god crooning desire
& dalliance in a garden of nymphs.
Some days, he loves gloxinia,
& others, craves garlic blooms—
Hera, Aegina, & Callisto in the same song.
-Yusef Komunyakaa
Sunday, October 2, 2011
What's past is prologue
It must be written in the stars for me to write again, considering my mom said something to me this week about writing and in a fb skype session today, a friend reiterated the same sentiment. So, in the age of cyber-celebrity and narcissist rants passed off as witty dialogue, I thought I'd try blogging (once again).
To be honest, there's nothing better than sitting down in front of a keyboard and typing, and maybe that's what I've been lacking in my life. Perhaps, I wouldn't have quit one of my jobs on Thursday if I had been typing more, then again, I wanted to quit. You see, my current profession is out of necessity and career adaptation rather than an actual desire to work in this field. Don't get me wrong, I've grown to like, even love, what I do and I like my coworkers (some maybe too much), but it's time for me to move on. Even though the economy sucks, I have to follow my heart, right?
To be honest, there's nothing better than sitting down in front of a keyboard and typing, and maybe that's what I've been lacking in my life. Perhaps, I wouldn't have quit one of my jobs on Thursday if I had been typing more, then again, I wanted to quit. You see, my current profession is out of necessity and career adaptation rather than an actual desire to work in this field. Don't get me wrong, I've grown to like, even love, what I do and I like my coworkers (some maybe too much), but it's time for me to move on. Even though the economy sucks, I have to follow my heart, right?
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