Accountability Includes Silence

Hey there and welcome back!

I've been doing some marvelous on-the-ground changes of late, to include prepping for married life and home making. There have been brief moments of inspiration, but the groove of moving furniture and washing Venetian blinds kept my hands  busy. It's a magical rhythm... dreaming, conceiving, engaging, working, realizing, resting. Lather, rinse and repeat. On so many levels. Pme and Qme are forging steel bonds with each other, and maturity is making a royal appearance in my hegemony. It is humbling and exciting. But more than that, it is peaceful. I'll be posting more soon.

© Tiffany Monique 6.24.14
"Bright Echo"

With words, song & prayer,

TiMo
Here's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.com 
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

P.S. Poetry is abounding, but also some possible publishing... stay tuned!

Strength To Fly Away

Good day to you! Here is this week's Saturday Post:

Geode Dfly Love

December 2013 © Tiffany Monique

Strength to Fly Away

I didn't want to leave you
Little loves
I didn't want to dream of you
Apart from me
But you killed me
Tiny murders every day
You encapsulated my dreams
And tried to swallow them like pills
Digest and discard
I didn't want to leave you
Little joys
I didn't want to imagine the feeling
The absence of you under my fingers
But you hardened my heart
Until I became a geode
With a dragonfly inside
A dragonfly that was never meant to
Be fossilized
Let alone fit inside a crystal rock
Even one as beautiful as yours
I didn't want to attend the funeral of us
Little ones
I didn't want to open my arms
To release you
But I was a lie until I let you go
And now I am true to me
Unashamed of my failure of us
I didn't want to bury you
Too young to understand my departure
It is a sacrifice to rebirth
The only way for me to live
Is for us to die
And I will mourn you
Even as I fly with metal wings
Wings you gave me

With words, song & prayer, TiMo
www.timobe.com
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

Onward Looking

© Tiffany Monique February 2014

Mirrors

Good day to you! Here is this week's Saturday Post:

Mirrors

I've seen some awesome things in rear view mirrors
And I've captured my share of crystalline moments
They are snapshots
That will never come again

I glorified what was behind me
Going full speed toward tomorrow
I claimed those minuscule times and places
Captured like prisoners of war

I tried to warn myself
And now I think I'm finally listening to my own advice
Looking back is awesome
Staring back is deadly

I must remember
Mirrors show beautiful reflections
Even though what is in them
Are immortalized battles and brutalities

Along with timeless joys and beauties
Mirrors are amulets
A most powerful force
Not to be taken lightly

With words, song & prayer, TiMo
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

Onward Looking - February 2014
© Tiffany Monique

Saturday Post 4.12.14

Inspired by the Image

© Moneta Sleet, 1969

While reviewing Hidden Treasures: A Collection of African American Facts on Examiner, I took to looking at this photo. I've been that mother, and I've been that little girl too. It is so powerful, being held. It is also truly powerful being the holder. The seasons change and from one moment to the next you become one and then the other. At one time giving the power to the one in need, and then receiving the power so needed. I love this representation for time in American history, but also as the photo of a mother holding a daughter, while simultaneously holding herself. Is that the heart of a mother? The heart of a woman? The heart of a human?

I find the duality once again PINGS me to Pme/Qme (the performer and the quiet one). The points of spectrum once again make me glad I learned of my own spectrum of authenticity and balance. I miss dual-expression workshops. Now I have the time to do them. Will I? Is it time to hold or time to be held?

With words, song & prayer, TiMo
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

Onward Looking

© Tiffany Monique February 2014

Friday Poetry 10-11-13

Summer 2010, Washington, DC © Tiffany Monique

Two Weeks Notice
If overthinking were a job
I was a Chief Administrative Officer
And hating my position
I had a beautiful office
In a beautiful building
In the middle of a storm
Of my own creation
And I loved and hated
My own mind
My beautiful mind
My mental self-weapon
But
I put in my two weeks notice
I was not fired
Terminated for cause
I quit the job
So that my heart could beat
So that I could dream
So that I could love
So that I could create
And laugh and sing and dance
In the clear light of the sun

And some remindering...

 

 What an adventure!
Simply being my own self
How BLESSED I have been!

Yours Truly, Summer 1996, La Jolla, CA
© Tiffany Monique

Yours Truly, Spring 2009, Glen Burnie, MD
© Tiffany Monique

Yours Truly, Spring 2012, Santa Barbara, CA
© Tiffany Monique

Yours Truly, Winter 2012, Borrego Springs, CA
© Tiffany Monique

With words, song & prayer,
TiMo
Here's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com 
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

Yours Truly, Summer 2011
© Tiffany Monique

Friday 8.23.13

I've been doing poetry expressing myself via poetry of late, and very happy and productive about it.

But I've also been traveling and I believe I've made yet another emergence.

However you got into the family,
you're in the family now.

That's my big "aha moment" that Oprah likes to talk about in her thirty million media outlets.

Seiling Tree
© Tiffany Monique 2013

I was in Oklahoma and Texas in the first part of August (yes, I know -- two of the hottest places to go in the month of August), but I was spending time with people who didn't care about my weird ways, strange sense of humor, or social awkwardness attacks. These people loved me for me. I realized that I loved them even more than I ever thought I would.

Blood, Marriage, Adoption, Covenant. Not everyone came into my family without blood on their hands. I can recount to you, with some unfortunate clarity, some of the daggers in my back, and trauma I've suffered at the hands of a few of the people I visited. And some individuals , I must admit, witnessed my own sinister deeds. But forgiveness is, I'm beginning to see, one of the hardest expressions of love. It's easy to be indifferent, well, easier than forgiving.

Temple from the Train
© Tiffany Monique 2013

On the other side of forgiveness is this incapacitating love. I mean, it incapacitates the need to revisit the wrongs. Don't get me wrong, they come up. At some of the weirdest times you'll find yourself with the PERFECT retort to some random phrase you heard 13, 14, 20 years ago. But when you forgive them, you find that you love YOURSELF so much you just can't relive the drama. You'll find it tastes like rotten cheese in your mouth or something.

At least, that's been my experience of late.

Closer Than it Appears
© Tiffany Monique 2013

With words, song & prayer,
TiMo
Here's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com 
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

Yours Truly, Summer 2011
© Tiffany Monique

Friday Poetry 7.5.13

Changing Courses, and Forgiving Misdirects

Short Prose Inspired by Robert Frost
"Two roads diverged in a wood"
And you took them both
Sometimes you want so bad to travel on a particular road
And despite the detour signs,
Construction men,
And police ribbons
You find yourself hurt that the way is impossible to travel
It'll take a minute,
Regrouping
Learning the new way
(Thank GOD for G.P.S.)
And then you turn yourself around
And you get going on the right road
Yes
You're annoyed at the time you lost
At the ground you gave up
Due to wrong turn choices
But then you see this road is much easier
And faster
And your vehicle isn't suffering from the unnecessarily rugged twists
Turns,
Obstacles,
Roadblocks
And you get to where you were trying to go
Which was the exact place you were trying to go
When you were going the wrong way
But this new way
So much more beautiful
And easy
And you realize how lucky you are
To know the difference so thoroughly

With words, song & prayer,
TiMo
Here's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com 
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

Yours Truly, Summer 2011

Friday Poetry 6.14.13

Today's theme... windows

(c) 2013 Tiffany Monique

The limits of my future are like dusty windows 

The view of my soul while

My spirit waits

feeling as profitable as unused gas,

Psyche encased in a boring rhythm

Lather, rinse, repeat

looking in the rear view mirrors

Lather, rinse, repeat

My soul

Lather

Rinse

Repeat

Can I get off this train

I mean, the view back there is beautiful and all

But I got places to go

My body like a car

My mind like a map

My spirit like a call

Take me where I wanna go

Forward

(c) 2013 Tiffany Monique

I look to you horizon

From this room in which I hidden

From this lie to which I've listened

For so long

A little girl hearing voices

Telling her trust no one

Telling her she's alone

But that's wrong

I look to you horizon

For the beauty of my loved ones

For the friends who said now hold on

Their friendship proves God true

A little girl watching sunsets

For the beauty of the future

For the mending, healing sutures

And a trail of hope to pursue

With words, song & prayer,
TiMo
Here's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com 
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

Yours Truly, Summer 2011