The Makings Of Me.

Lately my life has been lacking a sense of rejuvenation. I experience some days that are productive and others not so much. I'm constantly trying to work towards living the life I want to live instead of being satisfied with the life I'm living. It's almost as if nothing is ever enough. I'm pretty sure as a child life never seemed this complex . I can refer to a book I'm currently reading titled " Men, Money and Chocolate " to support my claim: "We're born with hearts that hold onto our dreams, keeping them safe from our negative rational minds. As children we follow our hearts all day long; we live according to our instincts and intuitions. But one day we stop listening to our hearts and start listening to the thoughts in our heads instead".  My life made so much more sense the short 2 weeks I was in Ghana. Like WOW. I had never felt so connected to my life in the 23 years I've lived it. My entire thought process converted over

It was my original intent to update my blog with more from my truly liberating experience in Ghana but with the amount of negative energy I've felt since returning to the 'United States of America' my consciousness has pulled me into the direction to write about an intense emotion that has been bothering me for quite sometime now-- long before I even visited the motherland. It's an issue that seems to only be getting worst every day. The value of black people in this country is decreasing while the number of African Americans being murdered and justice NOT being served is  increasing . Today, February 5th, 2014 an African American male by the name of Trayvon Martin would have celebrated his 19th birthday had he not been murdered by a mixed-race hispanic by the name of George Zimmerman, who ironically is celebrating the announcement of his "celebrity boxing match" with well known rapper DMX. First of all, excuse my french, but why the $%^@ is it OK to glorif