Emerge

In the country air barren fields and barbwire
I can hear the sound of emergence,
the slow ascent of Spring and childhood.
Through the pine and willow we catch a glimpse of a red-shouldered hawk
And I teach you about it.

View from a distance, watch you learn to balance
above the rock wall and gravel,
silhouetted- sun rays compete to shine on your accomplishment
raise both hands in excitement, triumphant,
aware of the growth in you, blossoming.

Pulled out the ladder and toolbox, you carried yours proudly,
we hung the birdhouse you painted for me on the tree along the corn field.
What joy in your eyes when you handed me your gift.

And in mine when I see you.

3.4.10- In The News Today, Amongst The Top Headlines

63 dead and dozens injured as thousands stampede in Indian Temple

Chile death toll reaches 800, from massive 8.8 quake and tsunami

Sex abuse suit, diocese knew of priest’s bizarre behavior

String of blasts target early voters killing 17 in Baghdad

Earthquakes in Taiwan cause damage and injury

Woman found dead, police seek husband

Shooting inside Danbury hospital…

Where to go from here?

3.3.10

Maybe today will be the day...
that my life changes, that i can hold the hand of my little baby girl,
look into my daughter's newborn eyes and smile,
think about how far we have come,
the overwhelming love, and how our family has grown.

"for unto us a child is born..."

JS
3.3.10

Road to Zion

Artwork by Corey Pane

InI been troddin’ on this road to Zion
Amidst the Babylonians cold as iron
Geared up pretty with a suit and tie on
Satellite images to keep an eye on
The righteous individuals they creep and spy on
Offer a shoulder cold as ice to cry on
They pick pocket everything you spent some time on
InI been troddin’ on this road to Zion

InI been troddin’ tryin find a haven
Try to stay brave clean cut and shaven
Try to stay safe keep from misbehavin’
Keep it real quiet meditate keep praying
Avoid all distractions creeps and cravings
On these streets no delayin keep it straight no straying
The night in Babylon dark as raven
InI been troddin’ trying find a haven

InI been troddin’ till I rest in the distance
Reach my destination place with persistence
This life keep flashing by my eye in an instance
Learn from the Most High, life and my instincts,
Amidst all this pressure pain and resistance
I come to find the meaning in this life and existence
In every little breath wish to make a difference
InI trod till I rest in the distance

**Piece inspired from the above artwork for the

Graduate Institute Holistic Thinking Cohort 10-2

Culminating Project/Master's Thesis

JS
3.2.10

Dread Heart

Rastafari

JS 2-10

Eye of the Beholder

Eye of the Beholder

JS-10-09

Lion Sketch

Lion Sketch

An assignment was given to our cohort to bring in something

that represents us, our change over the last year,

a certain something, a tangible something to share our growth

to those individuals who have seen us grow,

and weep, and struggle laugh and pray,

meditate, communitcate, chant, and elevate.

This was a sketch to display the Lion in me,

but also to show that we are always changing, shifting, growing

as InI am far different than this morning,

having walked in the cool breeze of the day

and conversed in a way unplanned.

InI dedication to the Most High through all of the

learning, the yearning, the breaking of lenses

that have been created within me

through my experiences and trod.

What still remains is the desire for

overstanding and a consciousness

that allows me to be present in the present,

and in the Presence of HIM

"We must look into ourselves, into the depths of our souls.

We must now become something we have never been before.

For our education, experience, and environment have ill prepared us."

King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah,

His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Haile I Selassie I,

Jah Rastafari

Ever Living, Ever Faithful, Ever True