WordlessWednesday- Paying Homage To Native Americans


My Prayer For You


Photo Credit: The Zen Life

This is a prayer, a beautiful one at that, I would like to leave you with. I pray that your days(and nights) are fill with all that you wish it would be. I pray for:

  • Comfort
  • Smiles
  • Rainbows
  • Laughter
  • Hugs
  • Sunsets
  • Friendships
  • Beauty
  • Faith
  • Confidence
  • Patience
  • Courage
  • And, most of all, love

For you. And so much more. Take care and have a wonderful and bless day everyday.

Xoxo,

Pamela

Reblog: The Eccentric Soul of Michael J- #MondayBlogs #fiction


Good morning/afternoon everyone! I hope your weekend went well. As most of you know, I have started a series four years ago called the Michael J series. It had turned out to be a series I had stopped for reasons outside of this blog. My sincerest apologies to those who wanted to read the series.

I won’t give a long drawn out monologue about what was going back in 2016 that placed this series and other things on paused is/has working/worked itself out.
Now, in 2020, I have a better and sort of clear vision on the Michael J series and anything else I would like to share as they come up.

I hope you all would like to read this series. I plan on going back to writing this series and will keep you updated.
Thank you, and take care.

P.S. The original post had ended up uploading again though it’s been updated. My apologies for you seeing it twice.

K. Phoenix

Image courtesy by Facebook group- Native American Indian


#MichaelJseries

I would like to stop and interrupt your day by telling you a story about an eccentric character who has been invading my mind and space for a while now. A few months back, I first started telling Michael’s story through a writing challenge on Twitter. It made me delve deeper and considered writing more about his life.

His name is Michael J. He’s 6 feet 6 inches tall, muscular build, Iroquoian native mixed with Greek. He loves dancing, architecture, and stroking and teasing our minds. An attractive guy with a jawline for days, piercing chestnut-colored eyes, Michael knows how to command, please, and just simply takes your breath away. If you were to see him out and about, take note of how his raven black flowing hair dances in the breeze. It’s quite a sight!

Michael is in his mid-fifties…

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The Eccentric Soul of Michael J- #fiction #amwriting


Image courtesy by Facebook group- Native American Indian


#MichaelJseries

I would like to stop and interrupt your day by telling you a story about an eccentric character who has been invading my mind and space for a while now. A few months back, I first started telling Michael’s story through a writing challenge on Twitter. It made me delve deeper and considered writing more about his life.

His name is Michael J. He’s 6 feet 6 inches tall, muscular build, Iroquoian native mixed with Greek. He loves dancing, architecture, and stroking and teasing our minds. An attractive guy with a jawline for days, piercing chestnut-colored eyes, Michael knows how to command, please, and just simply takes your breath away. If you were to see him out and about, take note of how his raven black flowing hair dances in the breeze. It’s quite a sight!

Michael is in his mid-fifties now, but I can remember for a long time I would talk (more like he’s talking to me- I listen) and recorded manuscripts of his life. It has been a difficult task to do so since at a time I wasn’t really “listening” to my characters. I didn’t use their voice when telling their story.

Back to Michael, his story was and still too difficult and provocative for me to tell, so I’m trying my hands here. (Bear with me.)

Michael started out as a gymnast at age 8 and later embarked on his talents as a dancer. He loves all types of dance like he does various genres of music. However, school plays and talent shows weren’t enough for him. He wanted to go far and reach the highest stars.

Growing up in San Antonio, Texas, (originated from Ontario, Canada) he and his family would have a pow-wow that would last for days. He once participated in the Grass Dance regalia winning hearts and prizes for his local community. He remembered the decorative beads, and feathers adjourned his hair while waving and flipping his dance sticks. That was around the time he met his now-wife, Cynthia.

Graduating with honors and as his high school valedictorian, Michael went on to college majoring in film and business. But following behind his friend, Craig, to pledge for a fraternity Craig had his sights on, led Michael down the wrong path. Because he was the only guy of his race pledging, the head brother took Michael through the hardest tasks. It was like the brother hated him on some asinine level. No matter what came his way, Michael took it all in strive.

So much had transpired that was damning nearly drove Michael insane. He kept asking himself, “why me?” He couldn’t understand how his life could turn upside down once in college after having such a normal and joyous childhood/adolescence. It was like he stepped into another world. No, it was all because he pledged alongside his friend who hasn’t caught any hell or wrath as he had. To this day, he regretted pledging even though he had gotten in.

This is what he has to say since that moment:

You know, I always had a damn good life, so I shouldn’t complain much. College, well, being in fraternity among other guys is supposed to be about brotherhood. Listen, I didn’t sign up for mistreatment or malice…let’s just say my life turned unexpectedly. Don’t ask what happened then, I’m not ready to expose all of that…yet.

So what I’m who I am. This is me. You either love or hate, no matter which, cause at the end of the day my family and close friends and my own happiness matters. 

I’ve worked hard for all that I do and do it well. I am a husband, father, songwriter, businessman of many businesses; the list is long. I believe in love, peace, and when I’m not busy working and being a family man, I devote my time to helping and giving back to the community.

What more you want to know? Have I mentioned among being a dancer and choreographer, I’m also an exotic dancer? Yeah, surprise, right? (LoL).

Are you sure you’re ready to go down this road with me? Well, pick your transport of choice and let’s go!

And there you have it, I’ve never drawn near an individual so complex that leaves me intrigued, scared, and the hot desire to know more. (More is always better, right?) So, I will go down this road with him, on the back on his red and black Ducati or prized…horse.

Stay tuned every Wednesday as I tell you, or he tells you his story. I can’t predict, but we shall see what Michael has stored in that wicked brain of his. 💋

By: Pamela E. Hester ©2016

 

 

Friday Feels: The Sunset On My Soul #Poetry


Image by Jody Davis from Pixabay

I hope everyone is doing well. Tomorrow is the Fourth of July, (Independence day-U.S.) and whether you celebrate it or not, I hope you all stay safe and be well.

Today, I want to share a poem that touched me about something I love almost as much as loving poems and that is the sunset. There is something so hauntingly beautiful about the sunset. I believe when gazing at its beauty, I can feel the tranquility of it in my soul. My spirit feels at rest. I feel so much more by nature’s beauty.


          Sunset On My Soul
As my sunset soul dips into the ocean,
The moon rises with an eerie glow,
The darkness has a scary notion
Of its own.As white hues turn to violet,
Then scarlet and to orange,
As cool wind starts to blow,
Ripen the seeds all sown.

The stars at the tip of my pen,
As she sits and stares at the silhouette,
Mesmerised by nature’s charm,
She thinks of it all.

As she looks at the stars,
In the sky engraved,
She sees those horrible scars,
Put down by us all,
With endangered,
Every being, big or small.

Still in this new found haven,
She sits down smitten,
As she swings on the peg of life,
Rocking gently between joy and strife.
Life flows on,
Talking all,
Giving back none,
She now has avenged,
Taken her deserved revenge,
Instils it in our heart,
As you try to forget,
She gives it a kickstart,
Giving back tit for tat.

As my soul sets in the sea,
I finally let her be.

–From Star Sapphire
What does the sunset do to you? 
Enjoy your weekend, and be careful out there.