Monday, March 06, 2006

Homemade Lemonade @ 1am



Yep, one Friday night, I was so bored that I decided to use some lemons from my girlfriend Larryssa's lemon tree and make lemonade. It was very ritualistic. Slicing and squeezing the juice from the lemons. I boiled two tea bags of Passion Fruit Tea and added some honey Walaaaaaaaa, a gallon of Jackie's special tea. Made at 1:00am in the morning. It was delicious too! I still have a couple of lemons left but I'm going to save those lemons for lemon water in the morning and hot tea when I drink it.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Kreative Sista's Salon - To Eat, Drink, & Be Merry

This gathering was a wonderful gathering of kreative women from all walks of life. And of course there was FOOD. Plenty to go around. I brought business cards,flyers,perfume, mold kits (yeah I did, you never know), journals, a dress, candy for anyone who was interested in the items, the items were free to have.


The host, Latrice sort of moderated the salon. Her apartment was nice and warm, and sometimes steamy,
especially when one of her guest named Flora read erotic poetry aloud, from her book called Poetry For Bed, Bath and The Amorous Woman. Flora also made some tasty eggplant parmesan. I had a FEW helpings of that dish.

We all introduced ourselves and shared what was going on in our lives and what we were working on. I was really impressed with one performance project entitled "Gong" by Kim Mayhorn.


We all exchanged business cards, email, and numbers towards the end of or shall I say end of the first shift, because I had to leave( my allergies were kickin' my butt). We sipped on wine, hot chocolate and tea, laughed, and embodied the true essence of sisterhood. Now, if we follow up with action, then these events are always worth our energy. Cause ya'll know 99% of the people in this world are all talk !!

Here's a popular poem that I read during Women's History Month:
Mi Hermana, My Sista, Mi Sangre

Mi hermana, my sista, mi sangre
We bleed power
So celebrate your flow magick woman
Full figured moons still happen
We be the ripe fruit of this corroding earth
mango lips
apricot eyes
pineapple hips
and coconut thighs
Tread through these rotten streets
with heavy steps
and spit in the eyes of injustice
Dig in the earth
with your hands
lift up
revive,
Our Temple is
Our Choice
We are Sacred
We are BAD.