Gathering moss just doesn't appeal to me!

So, I moved again...
When I started the blog,
I was living in New York City,
Then I moved to Dallas, Texas,
Then I moved to the great tax-free state of Delaware
The blog is not even 2 years old
And now I live in Toronto, Ontario!

My Dad says the world is my playground,
And I say, I think I've found my sand box.

The Zygote Diaries, Part Deux!

Today, 31 years ago, they said "I do"
It occurred to me that I do not blog enough, because the most popular topic on my blog is my parents' wedding anniversary!

31 years...
I oft wonder how it is that they got it right. Amidst all the people on the planet. How did they know this was the one, that they would share all these years with, that they would share all the family with? How can you tell? Is it just a leap of faith? Or is it a gut feeling? Or is it actually a calculated deduction? It has to be all three I think...to be able to last so long and seem like it just happened yesterday.

So I resolve to just sit and hope that by some miracle, there is a gene that I have inherited from these two wondorous souls. The gene to know, when you've found, the one.

Sweet Pea and Honey Bee, the Zygote says...Take it to the fifth decade! Happy Anniversary!

Nomadic Tendencies...

So I drove back to the East Coast...
And before I got here, I knew it would be temporary...
It's a tough job, but someone has to do it right?!
The engine hasn't even cooled, and I'm planning my next move.
Where to next? You ask.
Pass me a map and a blindfold...my finger is ready...

Dark

I am in a dark place right now friends. It's murky and grimy, and I feel like I am wading through the heaviest muck...inhaling the thickest, most choking funk, feeling and tasting vile gunk...and all the while I can't see a thing, not even that light that is usually at the end of such tunnels. Perhaps this is not a tunnel, but a hole, because the more I walk, the more I feel like I am not really going anywhere, just stepping...left, right, left, right.

I tried to at least turn around and go back where I came from, but in vain. All sides feel the same, and now I have basically lost my sense of direction. I am afraid of what words might come from such a dark place, hence the hiatus from blogging. Bear with me. Someone told me to count my blessings...well...1)I have two legs to keep on wading...

Just Drivin'

I find myself,
Just drivin'
Like I'm in Tracy Chapman's Fast Car
Asking my self 1 million questions...
Searching in the crevices of my mind,
Mining the depths of my soul...
For some kind of wisdom...advice
That I must have heard in these 26 years
...1 million questions with no answers.
Just drivin'
Same road,
Different day.
Just drivin'
Coz that is what I do best
Drive
I even drive for all the other crazy suckers on the road who think they are not really driving, but actually flying...in their very own air space, where no one else exists.
Just drivin'
This car which I will probably be paying for for the next 6 years.
Just drivin'
Just effin' drivin'
So I pop a CD in...
It's Mr Lover-lover
Telling me it's hope that keeps him holding on
And that no matter how I'm sad and blue
There is always someone who has it worse than me.
So I think, Well fancy that, God sent Shaggy as an angel to me today
Coz it's true you know,
I would rather be
Just drivin'
On the 'boulevard of broken dreams'
Than walking...
Through the valley of the shadow of death.
So I bop my head and just keep drivin'

Nobody Can Stop Reggae…

Lucky Dube passed on to the next life this past week…
It was an armed mugging in Johannesburg…
He died on the spot…
His was the last concert I went to in New York City…
My girls and I were right up by the stage…
I touched his arm as he went up to amaze us…
He was so real in his lyrics, so pure in his singing…
So sincere in his performance…
I could tell that he truly believed in what he was doing…
I could see his passion…
Even though the club was full, it was just him and his music…
I swayed in awe…
Lucky Dube never felt the need to answer to anyone…
He never felt the need to follow trends…
He was his own genre, his own trend…
His performances and fans were the answers…

Lucky Dube…you are no longer a Prisoner in this Crazy World, but as a Rasta man and Freedom Fighter, you showed us that although we are Different Colors, we are One People and we need to come Together As One even though It’s Not Easy, because You Reap What You Sow, and it is everyone, including the Rasta Man’s, Prayer not to be a Lonely Man or woman. Thank you for these and the many other sentiments you shared with the world. And now, rest in Peace, Perfect Peace with your Jah…

One Love to Bob Marley when you see him…

"Life, without passion, is Unforgivable."

Today I tried the new fragrance, Unforgivable Woman by Sean John. Initially I was in love with it, and then as the day went by, the little cardboard square I had sprayed it on started to make me wrinkle my nose. The novelty of it wore off quickly.

What didn't wear off, and keeps replaying in my head, is the ad slogan, "Life without passion is unforgivable." It is very hard for me to be passionate about my life right now, but no matter how bad it gets, there are those moments, brief though they may be, of sheer passion. It may be when I am driving down the road with the windows rolled down and the breeze in my hair. It may be when that raspy voice of the lead singer from Nicklback comes on the radio and starts singing about being a rockstar...and I rock out with him. It may be when the warm water massages my kneck, my back... and the rest of my body at the end of a hard day's work. It may be when I simply let the Oreo ice cream slide down my trachea...

Zeal, Fire, Passion, Wreckless Abandon! When I die, that is how I want people to remember I lived. Anything less would be unacceptable...unforgivable.