August 5, 2017

The Message From Beyond

A man died that I barely knew.

We had only had a few interactions, but they were those that let me know he and I connected on some other worldly level.

So when he died unexpectedly I went into meditation within minutes of hearing of his death and the below is what came to me:

The Message

Live your life.  Be art. No fear.

Let go of timing. Let go of regrets  NO F-E-A-R.

Go Forward. Don't limit yourself. Be happy beyond belief.

Smile. Yes, here and now, smile.

Don't be afraid to speak up. You're smart.  You're wise.  Use what you have.

Connect. Connect.  Connect. 

Life is so short  More time is not promised. 

Don't be afraid to live your life.  Look at people.  Say hello.

Smile. Yes, here and now, smile.

You are on the right track, keep going.  Open up.  Be honest.  Love your family. Tell them.

Be present - Breathe. Breathe, Breathe. You still have breath, now focus and breathe. 

Breathe.  Yes, here and now, breathe. 

Appreciate you are here amongst the living.  Be grateful. Stay focused. Put things in order. Stop being grumpy, angry and disconnected ---stop that.  None of it really matters, only love matters.

Enjoy your life. Seek Peace. 

-by Ridea Richardson's and The Universal Power of Love that never dies

April 3, 2017

Finally Ready To Start Workshops

I'm finally ready to roll-out the workshops starting in May 2017.  This is mostly because I have a space to hold the workshops. The Richardson's Creative Space in Phoebus.

July 27, 2016

A Legacy Worth Leaving

There will come a funeral one day that you will attend that will bring tears.

Tears that continue to flow. Tears that you can not stop from coming. 
Tears for the past. Tears because it's the end. It's is the end of a "story".
Tears because in one life, your life has been interwoven and molded.
Tears because it's time for a new beginning.

That junction point funeral come for me on Tuesday, July 27, 2016 in my Aunt Bernice.

My aunt who sacrificed her life in her 40's to raise me from zero to five, my formative years. 
My aunt who loved me.  She raised me like I was to grow up to be a queen.
My aunt then sacrificed again as she gave me back to her brother and to my real family.

All I could do was sit and stare at the casket and the yellow roses on the casket.
There was singing and piano playing, I didn't see the singer and piano player.
There was a preacher, preaching and I heard him but looked through him.
The preacher was a messenger.  I heard the message loud and clear.  The message was that I was right where I was destined to be. I was on the right path.  I was not off track. I sat in awe as....

The Old Testament Scripture was read: Be Still and Know I Am God.  Psalm 46.  This is something I have been meditating on for years: Be Still and Know I Am God.  It is a powerful mantra. It will anchor your thoughts.  It will change your life. 

The New Testament Scripture was read: Revelation 7 which is the very book of the bible that I had read at my kitchen table two Sunday's prior to the funeral while listening on the radio to a Davidson College Presbyterian Church sermon.  I remember reading about all the tribes of  Judah and I sat in awe again as I heard that scripture read at my aunt's funeral.  I just kept wondering...What are the chances?  What are the chances that this book of the bible would find it's way back to me?  What are the chances?

Then the eulogy was entitled A Legacy Worth Leaving, What Will Your Legacy Be?  That lead me back to this post and The Black Folder Project.  As much as I want NOT to go forward I MUST. I have to print booklets, I have to market a workshop, I have to hold a workshop, I have to. This is part of my story. This is part of my legacy.  

There will come a funeral one day that you will attend that will bring tears. 

May 29, 2016

The Black Folder Project Moves Forward

After many years the project continues with a downloadable workbook followed by workshops.

What a journey this has been; but life is a be enjoyed. 

Workbooks are available via my Etsy shop.  

January 9, 2016

Loving My History, Culture, People and Myself

I didn't know why, but I had to find Dupp and Swat in Charlotte, NC.

  Didn't know, but the moment I walked in I figured it out.  

I saw this shirt the moment I walked in. 

That was the reason I needed to go there. To get this shirt. When I got home I put on the shirt and felt like a million$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ dollars. I felt all the wisdom and the glory from People With Color (I want to make that stick instead of People of Color) over the ages of time all the way back to the Ancient Egyptians. 

Loose. Free. Love Me. Love Us.    

December 30, 2015

Rest In Peace Justice Pharr Ward happened again...
A young person that I knew. Gone. Died. Unexpectedly.

Death does not happen to just the aged.
Death comes to everyone.
Expect death to come.

Prepare for death to come.
Leave a legacy.
Pick a favorite color.
Pick a favorite song.
Prepare your family.

Death. Coming for us all.

Death came for Justy.
She left a legacy.
She had a favorite color.
She was a song. She was music. Beauty.

Rest in Peace Justice. I am thankful for knowing you and experiencing your beauty.

November 13, 2015

In Memory of Justin Wray Hilliard

I don't understand.

My son's friend Justin Hillard is dead at 30 years old. Killed by a bullet that as my son put it: "wasn't meant for him".

So much life left to live.
So much hope.
Now so much pain, anger and disbelief.

As a parent of a black child, teenager and young man you live in fear of this day. Well, this day is here for Justin's mom.
I just don't understand.  Do. Not. Understand.

This was a young man with so much promise.
This was a young man who read the newspaper EVERYDAY when he was in high school.  Smart. Kind. Happy. Always smiling. 

This was a young man whose life was cut short and it doesn't make sense. 

How and when do I tell my son and his friends that they need Black Folders too???  Good Grief.  

Rest in Peace Justin. 
Rest in Peace. Justin Wray Hilliard