It's been a long time since I have posted a music list...

I happened upon a blog called Soulcialista, looking for music, specifically NeoSoul to download. I must say, what I found was a DIAMOND!!!!
http://www.thesoulcialista.com/2009/07/ear-candy-chronicles-vol-2-summer.html

The Ear Candy Chronicles Vol 2 was abSOULutely delicious!

Favorite Tracks:

4evermore--Anthony David and Algebra Blessett
You Said--Alison Carney
Fallin'--Jaspects
The Moon--Choklate

There are some other mixtapes I downloaded, and when I finish reviewing them, I will let you know.

Originally, I found it on the Honey Soul Music Blog (http://www.honeysoul.com/wp/)where I also find a lot of soul mixtapes (four of which I am currently downloading.).

Will keep you posted.

Peace and blessings,
BUMBLE!!!

Thoughts from Bumble (Redundant right?)

There are days like today when I question my moral fiber. My threads, at best, are frayed and discolored. Sometimes, they are transient and unconnected. Rarely, are those threads completely collective and definite. But how often is it that we examine ourselves? Is it only when the presence of alcohol is clouding our mind? Or is it when we are wounded by life? How often do we examine ourselves microscopically?

Fiber, more than the dietary supplement we need daily to survive—it is essentially, what makes us tick—who we are. Fiber is the difference between a thief and a judge—realistically, only one thread separates them.

One thread can make the difference between Jordan and unknown, MJJ and nobody. What separates us is how we bind our threads. So when the threads become frayed—cut them off. It sounds much easier than it is—cutting off damaged pieces of yourself is often painful; they are apart of you—but it is essential step in the process called growth.

That's it for now.

Peace and Blessings
BUMBLE!!!

So even on the internet, I am irrelevant

If I ever had a shot to the gut, it was the discovery that I am either an butt or weird. Seriously. No one checks on me on Facebook, Twitter, Myspace, or on blogger. No one cares about what I type. Not even my friends. That's sad really. Oh well.

I am taking classes in Ethnobotany, Archaeology, Evolution, African Diaspora, Culture, and Spanish. Interesting semester so far. But we shall see.

I guess it's time to evaluate who I am and realize that Jesus is the only true friend anyone can have.

Peace and Blessings
BUMBLE!!!

FIRST DAY OF CLASSES

This day officially begins my day as a super senior. *Sigh* Seriously, I am getting two degrees, and it's taking longer than I anticipated. But it could be a lot worse. I could not have gone to college at all.

I remember when I was in high school, I decided that I didn't want to go to college. I was afraid. Afraid of debt. Afraid of failure. $39,000 dollars and a longer list of shortcomings later, I am okay. I recognized that I will make mistakes. How else will I learn?

I discovered that I am resilient. I can bounce back from anything as long as God gives me health and strength and a sound mind.

Just a random post.

Peace and blessings.

BUMBLE!!!

Wondering Where We Stand....

Have you gone through life wondering where you stand?

Relationships are often complicated. Especially if more than feelings are involved. But what is it about platonic relationships that can be more complicated than physical sometimes?

If you have a scuff with a friend, how long should it last? What determines who's right or who's wrong? What if it is your first major fight? And if you stop speaking, does it mean the friendship was true?

I am a passive and aggressive. I tend to be more patient with strangers than my friends, because I expect more of my friends. But that doesn't mean that I treat the horribly. I am human. I make mistakes.

I love my friends because to me, they are family. I believe that my best friends are put in my life because God put them there for me, and put me in their lives as well.

But I can't help but wonder sometimes where we stand....

Sometimes Vacations Aren't What They Seem

Hello all,

It has been a while since I have suffered from insomnia. Oddly enough, it decided to resurface when I am supposed to be relaxing...That's right on vacation. Maybe it's because I am uberexcited to see one of my best friends that I haven't seen in a year.

I have been thinking more than usual, and I haven't had time to type because summer classes are extremely consuming. But they will erupt in an extremely long post. Hope that you can go the distance :).

I believe that there are times in our lives when we question our very existence. We go through and question our purpose, our next breath, even our next blink. Through these methods do we determine who we are going to be?

How do we decide who we are going to be?

Some say they always knew that they wanted to be such and such, but do they ever question how or why?

I decided that who I wanted to be was a doctor. I have made many errors on this journey, but I have decided that I would give it my all to make this dream become a reality, but what if my all isn't good enough? Do I make a plan B?

All my life, I have worried. Worried that I wasn't liked, or that I am not pretty enough, or not smart enough, or that I lack what it takes to make my dreams come true. I worry every second of every day, like life isn't already hard enough. I am a type A person.

When I was in the eighth grade, I read Langston Hughes most famous poem Dream Deferred. That simple poem questions what happens to those dreams that we do not pursue. But we all know what happens to those of us who lack the ability to be fit enough to survive.

Life is the cruelest teacher. The most metaphorically used statement about life. Probably because it is the undisputed truth. Life takes no prisoners, doesn't discriminate, and whips everyone. Life beats you if you are right and beats you if you are wrong. Point blank period.

Examine a broken person. Look around bus stops and near the local homeless shelters. Look when you are at a stop light. On your job. Hell look in your church. Every where there are broken people. You will know them. They are distinctive. They may live, but the piece of their soul that is missing because they couldn't survive life's pitfalls, calls out to your soul if you are searching for it. It will change you.

Recently, because of my car accident, I have been examining the souls of the broken. I looked and saw something that burned my soul. To watch someone live without a piece of themselves is utter torture--so it is almost unimaginable that these people continue carry one. If they laid down and died, I couldn't blame them. All I wanted to do is help them, give them a piece of whatever they lost back. But even if I could, the scars that they suffered and bare would still be deeper that the deepest depth I could ever create a simile for. But how is it possible to help a person find a piece of themselves that they've lost to living?

In that instance, I believe that only God could heal those wounds. Watching the broken, I saw something that disturbed me so greatly. I saw something extremely familiar....pain. I cringed when I saw through these people's eyes and saw their nakedness. The worst part of it all--I worried if they saw mine. The shell of who I am and who I am becoming. I cringed at the thought that I could end up in that kind of pain. I couldn't live with myself if I failed to become who I wanted to become. I realize God is who he is, and his will trumps mine. But God wouldn't allow me to make those dreams if there weren't anyway that I could accomplish them. That would be cruel of Him.

I couldn't walk around broken like that. Life can be a doosey sometimes. Pains can erupt any time, place, or date. But living constantly in that kind of pain would be unbearable.

So, faith, as my pastor said one sermon, is an action word. The time has come for me to proverbially put my money where my mouth is and put up or shut up.

I guess you know what that means.

Peace and Blessings
BUMBLE!!!