monday night football sessions.

the ravens played their asses off.

go new england!

12-0? you cocky bastards.

;-)

peace.

"another saturday night..."

today i have been unpacking. i have this fear of unpacking because i'm afraid to get too settled. i have been living out of my damn boxes since i got back. why? well, i don't want to be here for too terribly long, still places to go; things and people to see you know. but, it's known. it's comfortable. everything will be ok here. and to me, putting things out and giving them places makes it so much easier to get stuck. so, today i realized that i hadn't shared any energy with or engaged with my house either. this may sound strange to you, but it's true. i promise. so my house has felt kinda cold and foreign.

today, i started taking out pics and putting little touches here and there. it's nice. it feels warmer. also, i am an uber cleaner so it's been like heaven to my OCD side. i got up and started at 9am, helped someone move from 11-1pm and then came back and am just stopping.

tonight i'll sit in my fabulously clean and "nzingha-fied" living room and watch american gansta while having some sessions with my mom, her best friend ms. donna sue, and one of my oldest buddies, kenny.

although we gained an hour last weekend, it now gets dark at 5:45pm. like, i can see the stars through the window dark. at 5:45pm. the crickets just started chirping. it's about 72 here at night. it's nice to leave the windows open when you sleep, and as the seasons change, the smell of pine is strong in the passing breeze.

southern goodness.

fast is going GREAT. today is day 6 and i'm feeling good. a little more clear. a little more in tune. a little more focused. a little more calm.

not to say it's not hard. at least once every couple of hours (sometimes twice and thirds) i go into this insanity where i think i'm going to eat everything in sight and little cupcakes dance to rhyming jingles in circles around my head. so yeah, i'm strugglin.

but imma be aight.

anyhoo, gonna get back to it. whatever it is. i dedicate 2 songs to you. feelin' good by nina simone. she'll change you. i know, it's that serious. and i'll be your lover too by van morrison. he's just such a great classic.

oh, and since the christmas season is coming up and everyone is beginning to play their cheer-y holiday soundtracks, i give you my nzingha's holiday music arc: two, two by two's:

the ONLY 2 christmas cd's i would recommend to you (in particular order):

1) a charlie brown christmas by vince guaraldi trio

2) merry christmas by mariah carey

and...top 2 favorite christmas songs for me will always and forever be (again, in particular order):

1) carol of the bells

2) santa baby by marylin monroe

sending you many warm vibes of goodness...

peace.

there’s a river flowing...

i deeply cherish moments of utter peace. especially of late. not just calm and quite peace, but a peace that comes from outside of my consciousness. for me it is usually only momentary, but serves to remind me that 1) maybe i am not insane after all, 2) i am slowly getting there. wherever there is. and 3) contrary to 1 and 2...it's not even about me.

today, while reading "the power of now" (great book by the way), i was overcome with such a peace, it moved my soul.

it rushed over me in a soundless infinite-part harmony of energy vibrating throughout my spirit.

whether you believe it or not, we are constantly exchanging energy (read the celestine prophecy). in our ultimate state, we EQUALLY exchange energy back and forth with each other and all things. i am becoming more aware of how much energy i give of myself and how much i take in from others.

today i was equally communing with Oneness. peace like this is a cycle of sorts. an exchange of energy between you and the universe. your energy goes out into the universe, the purest form, and comes back renewed by it's power.

ahhhhhhh...

what a blessing.

love and light.

11 years gone and still we rise...

today marks the 11th anniversary of my brother's death.

there is so much love for him all over this universe and his music has touched so many people in so many different ways that on this day, i wanted to just thank everyone for their continuous love and support for our family and for my brother.

you are as much a part of pac as we are.

if you have a chance today, i would love to know who he was to you? what was your favorite album? favorite song? favorite movie?

-r.i.p. tupac amaru shakur-

(june 16, 1971 – september 13, 1996)

peace and blessings / love and light.

like a proud jewish mama...

ok, he'll probably want to kill me, but my boy roberino popped his burning man cherry this year and my good ole friends at current tv (www.current.tv) gave him a video camera and a license to rock out!

check it:

Pub Crawl on the Playa

peace.

sunday morning services for my sad heart...

to be continued...

assalam alaikum (peace be upon you)...

so i have six names (don't ask) and one of them is JIHADa. my mom decided the "a" on the end would make it more feminine. hmmm....

JIHAD - literally means to "struggle", striving". jihad is an arabic word that means "striving in the way of God." this striving can take a number of forms, including the daily inner struggle to be a better person.

so often misrepresented and misused...what beautiful word.

peace.