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Tuesday, April 16, 2019

The Visuals Process - Pebble$


This one is for the content creators, the writers, poets, filmmakers, photographers. Any creative mind that merges message with achieved visual, I got you on this one. Consistency is a major key in any growth that we wish to see, it is key component in recipe for some level of success. BUT why is this very consistency the one thing we lose sleep over through blank screens, blank projects, blank scripts.. especially when we're trying. I'm here to let you know that I understand you. I appreciate you in your gaps in consistency, I'm rooting for you when there are no visuals to connect and carry your story through. Oh how about the days when the visuals are in place, the setup is working with you - it's perfect, but the message hasn't quite formed, I understand you on those days too.







Take it easy on yourself, work on consuming while you can't produce. Create peace when the noise disrupts your flow. Have a space to note it all down, do not edit thoughts, do not stop the flow, if it makes sense create space for it, if it doesn't make sense create space for it, if the complete picture is there create space for it, if the idea is a mess create space for it, when the dots don't connect it still matters they will connect later. Create a space and place for it all, color code if you want, organize into folders, documents, whatever works for you. Don't do anything to stop yourself or get in your own way. We need you, your readers need you, the audience needs you - so show up, no pressure.



-  When the dots don't connect it still matters they will connect later  - 




Copyright © 2019 PebblesWroteIt

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

" Touching The Hem Of His Garment"







The hem is a type and shadow of the Word & gathered anointing. It is a point at which Word meets a reality, that is found in your belief, your hunger, your willingness to reach forth and grab the Word for what it is and what it can be. The hem is the presence of truths knitted together, look at each stitch ready to learn, to grasp lessons that come full circle. After your searching, your pain, your experiences it is at the hem that you will find what it is you've been looking for from the beginning of your time.



The hem is a reminder. When the lowest points are reached, when you become identified by your problem instead of your name first it's time to reach for the hem. It becomes a moment when the set time is here, it is a time to rise up in your weakness, reaching forward to the truth of what it means to be His child. Draw on the strength that you have, stretch out your pain, reach for help, let the anointing be a fresh shower that renews you. The hem is a reminder for you and the problem, the problem can't be your identity any longer and you will be reminded of what your name is.


Let the hem be your beginning when life intended to put an end to your faith. Let the white towel be burned, dust your shoes with it get that shine back. Let your bleeding and hurting come to an end, you will never walk that street alone ever again. You will never see life with the same set of eyes after this. Perceive new things, new places, a new peace because it can all be yours. All yours without any condition besides letting go. Besides just trying, disobeying yourself in giving up and hoping for one more chance to try your best. Hoping for one more chance to really connect with Creator, to really hear Him.

Your problems will not finish you off, you will come to an end in this beating. You will step forward out of its hold & get back what you were before it came. You will put pen to paper, and for the first time the ink will run it will follow your every movement. For the first time you will wait for the pain to return but it won't come, you will look around corners to see where the problems are hiding but they won't be there.


The hem is the gathered anointing that makes you whole. It gives you beauty for ashes, dignity for disgrace and laughter for sorrow. Meet your reality with the Word, depend on the word and don't over-analyze. Don't compromise where you ought to leap, leaping will bring you understanding that you CAN lean on. The hem is a step towards a change in status, a lifting up of your head. The hem of His garment, is a place where you are known. In the midst of the crowd it's your touch that he recognizes and feels the deepest.


At the hem you are all that matters, and all that matters to you counts for something too. You are known, you are sought after & your needs are met. You get to the hem by whatever means necessary and your reason for being there can only be justified by you - no one has permission to dismiss it.


When they ask what type of faith is required to reach for the hem, hold the hem & identify with the hem. It is the absolute, opaque, hard-hitting, won't-leave-until-you-bless-me, you-won't-be-pushing-me-aside-today kind of faith, that is required. It is the faith that is willing to replace fear, the faith that home schools and dismisses doubts time and time again. It is the faith as small as a mustard seed, unmoved and constantly expectant. It is the faith that is all the way there, no matter how small.




Reach for the hem, touch the hem of His garment as many times as you need to. Don't let anyone discourage you. That place right there is personal, it is your own.




Copyright © 2019 PebblesWroteIt

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Now Playing : Tank And The Bangas


Been scared to fly, running from falling in love.
There are many things I didn't want to face and rides I would rather take than navigating conversations.
I sometimes forget that I need music like this to do something for me.
I forget that I must open myself to feed the artist, through appreciation for another.
Encouraged to do more, explore differently and validate every story that needs you to tell it.


Leave today's blog post with some relief, this one creates an experience so enjoy here.






Feel free to leave a comment, and let me know how you feel about the recommendation.






Courtesy of © 2017  Tank And The Bangas

Friday, March 8, 2019

Comfort, The Zone I'm In





Today we talk about comfort zones. Breaking out of them and comparing them to situations in life that we may
not always think about. The travel is cheap but the expense of wasted territory ain't. If I can have 10 minutes
of your time, maybe just a little less than that you hear me out and I await your response.


This time, this one came close to home. So I am honest in searching for the exit on the comfort I've enjoyed and
where we need to be headed to next. You don't have to qualify for that place of uncomfortable, all you need
is just a hunger for understanding and putting in the work.


Let's talk.



  Copyright © 2019 PebblesWroteIt

Thursday, February 7, 2019

What Is My Worth Without My Career?




This quarter's guest blog post comes from Grace F Victory, who speaks on  RECYCLE, RESTORE, COMPLETE  which looks at identifying how career can meet us at wherever we are, being whoever we are but be ready to appreciate your achievements, identify your own neglect and learn how to focus on you again.






Right now I'm chilling on the sofa, weekly vlogs on in the background, hand attached to a packet of mini eggs and I'm watching the snowy world go by outside.

Monday's however don't usually go like this. Monday's are usually my hardest working day of the week. I'm up, dressed and ready before 9am and by now, I would've already filmed a few videos, edited one, wrote a few posts and tackled my inbox. I like to start the week as I mean to go. Strong, productive and full of energy. Unlike most, I generally enjoy Monday's and try to make the most of the time.

But this Monday is different. At the end of last week and over the weekend I had a severe allergic reaction to hair dye. My face has blown up like elephant man, and my eyes and nose are so swollen, I don't even recognise myself. I feel fine, just a little drowsy from my medication, but goodness gracious me, I don't look my best right now. I resemble a chipmunk and if I don't laugh, I might just cry haha.

Due to the absolute state that is my face, all my work, shoots and plans for the next 5-7 days have been cancelled. So I have found myself with  a lot of time on my hands - something I'm not really used to.

So starting my week outside of my usual routine has got me thinking about something that's been at the back of my mind for a while...







Courtesy of  © 2018  Grace F Victory

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

That's My Blood On Your Hands






This idea has lingered back and forth in my mind since 2012 before the brutality was brought to light, the headlines and news coverage was not the start of the mass incarceration and mass execution that we face. Where the world hasn't known the loss of citizens and members of our societies, families have been reminded of those losses daily and over the years.



Enter Today's Piece Ready To Think Of Loss, Of Injustice, Of Pain In Several Different Lights.


Place me in Ferguson
New York
Queen's gardens, Hull
Los Angeles
Minnesota
Oklahoma
Louisiana
Maryland
Texas
Florida
Anywhere I sweat at a stop
Lose understanding
Of why today
Why on this sidewalk
Why this side of town
Why this neighborhood
Why me
Why this car
Anywhere I went out to
And never returned home
Groceries or snacks I went out to get
But never sat down to sort through
Or eat

unborn child = Womb is the one holding me
Mother is the one expecting me
But I raised my mother's cortisol
When I felt the presence of my father
Gone by the release of a bullet
I am the one who took the impact
When the officer had no regard for my mother
She was past the danger zone
I was just confirmed as established pregnancy
My development just began
I can feel fear trying to clench me
Use umbilical cord to choke me
My mother's pain is seeping through placenta
Her life is keeping mine
But she is dying slowing
She is weeping again
Her arms cupped around baby bump
My mother hopes I won't look like her
But she is proud to embrace my looks
Empower me through her positive confessions
I can hear her each time she talks
Saying I shouldn't hate myself
Because the world will do that for me
She asks me to
Work up the resilience
So my first cry out of birth water
Is proof that I am human
I want to ask her if it's ok to stay in here
But rather I ask her to preserve her strength
Push and don't die on me
My face will be the hope you behold


husband = We just spoke about her
Overcoming her depression
She was happy to take me up
On my promise of a spa day
Since she lost our first child
During childbirth
She just overcome a lot
I was proud of her
She just paid off all her student loans
Planning a retreat for her audience
So I guess woman aren't safe either
My wife was confident
Maybe the officer felt inferior
She knew her rights
Maybe the officers realized they weren't right
I can smell the lies they tried to tell from a mile
Forget that she's my wife
Anybody can see
They had no place harassing her
Lines of patient questioning
Would have clarified anything
No force was necessary
What do I tell her mother
And mine
When they get back from vacation
My wife won't make it to the news
But her scent will leave this home
It will be a reminder of power abused
That took a life
The emptiness of this home
Will alert both mothers that something is gone
And I will break down
When they hear those words leave my lips
'My wife is gone'
My wife will always be my wife
But how do you face
The expectations
With it won't happen
How do you face the plans
With absence of the reason
For which they were planned
How do I fight off the resentment
That could take me from king
To foolish action




boyfriend = Every gun they pulled on us
Was meant to hit our women
Remind us to never stand up
And if you are stupid enough
You will let us kill you
So your women are aggressive
But they will keep giving birth
My girlfriend taught me many things
That your attempt to stop scattering seed
Doesn't stop the sower
From gathering fruit
It affects the seed bearer
From bearing the fruit
That will do something for somebody else
That will fertilize the land
So we each are of use
My girlfriend was a teacher
An open mind
But a password-activated book
Energy wasn't wasted
So neither were words
Silence is a response too
So on that afternoon
As I walked by her side
I knew that patrol car wasn't ready
But I didn't realize that neither was I
We walked into the store on the corner
Hoping they would be gone
Once we got out
She tugged on my hand
That she could see through shelves
That the car wasn't moving
We walked out
One of them got out
Asked her to stand up against the wall
Asked questions on identity
I filmed it all
A pintail comb was mistaken as weapon
Peering through her left pocket
From doing her cousins' hair
Assumptions spilled like broken bottle
Snapple over the sidewalk
Daughter lost
This is the fruit that fertilizes land
Highlights the use of others
I held her head
Until her last breath left her

gun = I am placed in the hands of many
Secured in being defence
Locked and loaded
I am peacemaker
Every use is shooting practice
Evidence will say I went missing
But I know my location
Officer will say I was present
But victim was never an owner
Control with say it is policing me
But i am policing them
I am the connection between
Violation and concealing truth
Nobody will know when I started
And where I ended
I am defenceless
Not choosing when to fire
I can get jammed
But they will find a way
To work the pistol
I am smoke after one round too many
Not to show my work
But exhale at injustice
What would Colt say
Maybe Stopler
Maybe nothing
Is a businessman always a businessman only
Who cares for fresh red paint on sidewalk
In streets
On street corner
In cars
My presence in hands in neighborhoods
Is a reason for you
To numb yourself
Desensitize from screens
16 shots
Is little to nothing
If I don't pierce you

fatherI did nothing wrong
My child was used as shooting practice
Given a maturity they haven't reached
Dehumanized
Then sorry is what I will receive
Or worst it was an act of self defence
Or worst nothing happens to those responsible
Or worst you will ask to open the casket again
For more investigation
All your evidence points to injustice
But you will spit again
And mock behind screens
That you seemingly
Have this right to unveil
What I have learned to bury
And adjust to
Adjusting is never possible
Only keeping a void
Seems most suitable
I'm absent my kid dies
I'm present
I can't protect from the eventualities
Which shouldn't hold a chance
It is illegal to be human and black
But legal to shoot from the back
Crush spine 
And knock out wind
Legal to shoot in places of residence
Turn home from home
To crime scene
From waking to the place and time of death
From joyful place
To reminder of 'mistaken' killing
How many times must I grieve
While an officer is granted leave
Who pays me back for my loss
When they come back
To a pay raise
Who accounts for years of corrupt communication
Eroded mentalities
Contaminated policing
And a justice system
That goes to sleep too often
To people who will claim colorblind
When I need you to see what you're doing


Copyright © 2019 PebblesWroteIt

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Your Purpose & Intention Is A Package





First step, dispose of your fear. Step two, make some bookings. Step three, find what you love. Final step, stop playing already and cast all your doubts aside.


Have a base, a home base. Run there to find your quiet, so your days come out as a product of that peace. Moving forward, take care of what's on the inside, the parts that eyes don't see and hands can't touch. When you guard these spaces and parts of you, business can be handled without a mess. Who are you engaging with in 2019 and beyond, and what energy does that drain or add. A simple question to start each conversation mentally so you can decide how to handle it externally. There are days when the usual commentators and contacts will have to have their access to you qualified, 'do they need to be granted?'. In the instance of a 'No', swipe and keep it pushing. Put them on a to-do list and respond later, moments are yours and not everybody is meant to get a free feature.

After people are qualified, whose opinions really matter. This might not be a year of cut people from the friends list. It just might be a time when all of us have to realize that I can hang with this friend all day everyday and not feel worse but we need to enjoy our solitude. Self-care may not be a group activity at all times, mental spaces may need a refreshing where the only natural sounds that feature are your thoughts and breathing. 

Opinions will feature, that's inevitable. With each step of your progression, you will have a purpose to each move made and the end result of that is your intention. How many people can translate what's important to you between the purpose you set and the intended effect you had in mind. Who will respect your crazy ideas this year, allow you to fail or succeed, AND not hit you with the 'I told you so' but help you to dust off and ask some questions.


1. What did you learn from this?  2. What will you do next?  3. What is the mental impact of this journey?  4. What's on your mind, the thoughts going through your head?

That's just a start. Your purpose isn't just set in a day, your dreams are not intended to leave you directionless. Rather these things help your mind to do a little exercise, strengthen the muscle of each moment that lead to a life filled with moments. I hope you constantly live in today, it helps in not letting life pass you by. It lets tomorrow arrive with the peace you set at your home base, tomorrow is welcomed when you've shown great hospitality to Today.

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Slay the goliaths of each day in obedience to what you have to do, what you are to achieve, the places you must reach. Today could be for baby steps, that translate to a tomorrow of greater plans executed, be comfortable in that space let the mission occupy your mind not the comparison you got with Alison.

Within each day, from day to day - Consume, Consume, Consume. Consume what enables and encourages your growth, consume what is needed for learning as each day is filled with learning something new. Learn to expand, learn to contribute and learn to gain clarity so you eventually navigate a space of applying what you learn to enrich your experience through life. Enrich your experience of life, being present and living. Knowing the whys and whats, that will keep your feet on the path.

Your feet remaining on the path is KEY. Your value is greater than just you and feeling worthless at moments. Your obedience to purpose is a newton's cradle that affects the momentum of your life, journey, business, your writing, your art and those who are connected to your journey.

This year reach full persuasion and be fully persuaded that you are important but not above the purpose that you have but rather within the purpose. And not outside of the business you are assigned to mind. Take gooood care of yourself ! 



The world will try you, are you ready to put it on trial and win every single time. Because what keeps you going the world didn't give it to you so it can't take it away.




Copyright © 2019 PebblesWroteIt