The missing link Between knowledge and action or knowing and doing is faith. Faith is the bridge between knowledge and action. The bridge that carries our nowledge to action.

The missing link Between knowledge and action or knowing and doing is
faith. Faith is the bridge between knowledge and action. The bridge
that carries our nowledge to action.

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It seems that we were so far gone after Adam, that even though God put the knowledge of Him in our heart, that He had to send Christ to show us how to live.  He actually spoke to humankind and we said, "Hunh?  I can't hear over the music.  Turn that down, It's God!  God, I can't hear you.  These people got the music up too loud..."  After God hangs up.  The partier said, I hope that wasn't important, 'cause I sho' couldn't hear what he was sayin'."  My thought is God said, Jesus, Go down there and tell them what I said.

Quiet Elation

We have a Black President! This is what I want to scream in line at
the grocery store. But I don't. Instead I field all the smiles and
greetings from people who three days earlier would avoid eye contact
with me or put hands on their purse when I walked past.

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Social Networking Apps

Since I've gone on Facebook, I have communicated with people I haven't spoken with in 20 years and met with people from overseas I thought I'd never see again.  What a great tool!  I am also closer (in Web proximity) to people who would never speak to me in a million years.  It makes me think that six degrees of separation is actually a reality.

Fall is early

The children start school on Monday.  Three of them: 3rd grade, 1st grade, and Kindergarten.  The fourth still has his hand in my shirt but I'm kicking him off to preschool in September.  Everyone I talk to (every adult) says this time goes by quickly.  I agree with that because I looked up one day and realized I hadn't bought diapers in six months.

No. 4

No. 3

No. 2

No. 1

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Last summer

Last summer, my sister and I cleaned out our mother's house. It was more than an ordeal. It was... something my mother still is not over. And in the times when she recalls that her daughters gathered up her things and gave them away, I have to leave her presence. My mom started hoarding not long after my first brother died in '89, and got out of control not long after that. When my second brother died in '04, she stayed in the house for about a year, then we had to get her out of there.

I'm sure she wouldn't recall the past 19 years of her life that way, but when faced with the task of emptying a house one has lived in for over fifty years, that was pretty much how my sister and I saw it - like rings on a dead tree.

I had, still have the ambition to edit the video I shot during this time, but I'm not even done logging the tapes. It's just taking a tremendous amount of time on top of all the other things going on. So just to keep this project fresh in my mind, I'm going to post some of the footage here.

This is Mom's House.

We are showing our house today, as on other days.

I have never been homeless, but I get an uneasy feeling when I must
leave the house with all of my children.

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In my late thirties

Where are my thoughts? Where are my thoughts of writing that book the world has been missing. The inspired one. They were here. My thoughts were-

Where are my notes on changing the world? I can't seem to put my hand on anything solid.
It's all gas.

That movie script?
That play? - the one that was going to make me the next Lorraine Hansberry.

That revolutionary idea escapes me.

All I can do now is scratch and try to remember.

Read a book - that I could have written and enjoy the word of a writer in his rhythm.

Dangit! Where are my scribbles? The ones that used to pull me out of the bed one limb at a time.

I sleep now.
Instead of waking up,
I sleep.

I sleep.

TKD

I have taken up Tae Kwon Do. It has been really fun. I tested for my green belt today. I did okay with everything but the board break. I had to hold my own board and break it with a knife-hand strike. After three tries, I had to try a different break. I broke the board with a palm strike. Not quite as rewarding, but I know what I did wrong. I believe I still passed, but this board break is stuck in my craw.

Shortly after I got my green, I went to my first tournament. I lost my first two fights as a green belt. In the video, I'm much more tired than I look. I was exhausted - like I couldn't even lift my legs to kick.