Friday, January 13, 2012

Still Struggling to Survive...Amidst "Epistemic Violence"...How?

I thought i was living a singular trial and dark tunnel. Turns out, I am reading, many black women are in the "same boat". I seriously wonder that, despite that being what they comment, post and share. I have not interrogated. Be that as it may, I thought there was some value that there are others struggling, seeming as if there life is in standstill.

Then, seemingly coincidentally, in one day, there are three independent conversations I am having with three different sets of people, only for it to be one fabric, of three threads, into one story, one reality,. one picture...
 I post to document my own path and journey; but also for posterity


I> Still Struggling....
OK, I'll try again with the right word this time.What is the most inauthentic thing you've ever done?



    • Sista Sasy lying to my mom about my sneakers i left in the school locker
      she suffered from major depression so i ended up taking care of her by MANY lies about where my clothes were (so she wouldn't worry over the fact that they were not where she could see them) so i grew up lying about gym-suits, sneakers, loafers the general whereabouts of my clothing so she wouldn't go on a HOUSE HUNT - how's that??

      Kathleen Wells I think my inauthentic thing pertains to my Dad.



    • Sista Sasy parents will take us there!


    • Maven Huggins
      your question makes me ponder if my whole life and pursuits were inauthentic? when people see me as the complete embodiment of authenticity...but i see no other earthly reason for the wall and stagnation of my life, despite so much skill, talent, abilities, a phd and world travel; no love and men even, robbed of land and homes, a few times.. I feel i am living a riddle.

      a nasty trick, if i werent so sanguine and spiritual about the whole thing...the flip side..i am 47 look 28. i am healthy and when people see me, they are shocked i am "so beautiful":

      more rhyme for the riddle.

      i never once thought of this before...and i did see you post about unauthenticate yesterday...the possibility did not hit me then

      #me, clutchingstrawsforanswers



    • Kathleen Wells Maven, you are not alone -- I think many sistas are facing this exact situation. We must stick together and give each other support, I believe.


    • Kathleen Wells It's the society -- it degrades black women, and puts a premium on white -- period. Nonetheless, there is hope, if there is awareness on your part. You can recognize what's being done and just plod along and eventually something will open up for you.

      For me, it is important to remain authentic and grateful, as possible. And I don't have any particular/specific expectations, at this point.



    • Kathleen Wells It is the true spiritual journey -- everything else pales in comparison for me.


    • Kathleen Wells I'm grateful for FB because it does allow social interaction where one would not have it.

      Listen, you can't get more authentic than me, I believe, right? Yet, I have folks calling me out for this, that and the other, right. A guy yesterday on FB said I must not like black woman who don't have my education -- you see the ignorance. Fools. Clueless. Time wasters.



    • Ramona Parks Maven, you are not alone!!! I am pondering on the question as well, inauthentic vs. authentic. I am a walking enigma, it's not important how people see me, but how I see myself. My life is a riddle and i'm trying to figure it out. Although looking at it from the outside, its well put together.


    • Kathleen Wells And another thing that makes you authenticate, Maven is that you are willing to go there and make the inquiry. Most folks can't even go there -- don't ever go there and continue to walk through life as zombies. They lack depth and are shallow.


    • Kathleen Wells And I say the same to you, Ramona. Most folks don't even ask the question. What are they doing -- pretenders.


    • Roni Jones Well, I am a black woman who does not have your education and I always feel the love when ever you are around me.

    • Kathleen Wells This white guy said that to me. Always some white guy telling a black woman what it's all about.

      ---

      Kathleen Wells This thread feels like a Joan Armatrading song -- she is so authentic to me. Her songs resonate truth for me.


        •  
          Maven Huggins I am pondering this thread...
          I love the Joan Armatrading reference.
          I ponder wondering, should a fb page be created, and called what? Still Struggling to Survive...?
          How do we create a support group
          I wonder if we really are living the same story...I am unemployed. with nothing. Nothing I attempt works. When I write life submerged, stalled and at a wall, i am not writing in metaphor

          I then wonder, should this be a book>? I have two essays in two separate book collections, one on Obama, one on Illiteracy...

          should we do a book of our individual stories...
          Struggles in Authentic Explorations:
          Black Wombmyn Writing Their Personal Lives in 2012

          ~ What do you think
          I am deeply grateful for the collective, not that we are struggling but that I am not alone when in my sphere of life, spanning all continents, family, networks, I Am. ;!


      • Maven Huggins The book should possibly be called, "Black Wombmyn's Lives Amidst Epistemic Violence/

      • Kathleen Wells Well, that's a deep title -- too deep for your average consumer.

      • Francisco J. Acosta
        I'm so impressed by the honesty in the responses to your question, Kathleen. Brava to Maven Huggins for being so brave and open. According to a TED Talk I heard last weekend, there have been roughly 106,000,000,000 people who have walked the earth. I can assure you that not one of them had the same life. Like Madonna sang, "Life is a mystery. Everyone must stand alone." And Shakespeare said (through the character Polonius) "This above all: to thine own self be true. And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." Authenticity is everything and what a strive for constantly. Even when I'm way off the mark, I know that it's my heart's desire to get to that state of grace.


      • Kathleen Wells When we live in a society that gives air time to Sarah Palin slamming Michelle Obama, we know that there is a white card and most folks, either consciously or unconsciously, embrace that card everyday.

      • Kathleen Wells Yes, it takes courage to speak the truth and Maven is brave/courageous.
        Kathleen Wells Most folks I talk to speak their truth, otherwise, I have no use for hogwash, BS -- life's too short.

      • Francisco J. Acosta Word. Rock on.


      • Maven Huggins you mention Michelle Obama Kathleen and the connection is not lost on me, and i notice that no one has mentioned it, for sure because they are all asleep...her onslaught and attacks...is nothing but...black woman under epistemic violence

        I appreciate the embrace from all, Francisco/thanks!
      II> "Epistemic Violence"
      I will be giving a live webinar about my new book on Tuesday, January 17 at 2:00 PM Eastern Standard Time. Click here to register: http://tinyurl.com/75j2f5f



        • Maven Huggins send me something about what your book is about? medicine? you into medicine? know i fantasize about going to med school...to be a naturopath of a kind --to do my natural healing thing but with the knowledge to credentials.

          wanted to go to Cuba for free but they changed their protocol. now you have to be young and poor. and well...I dont fit either..
          so very interested to hear/learn

          David Simmons ‎@maven, there's a description of the book on the above link. i have a friend who's a naturopath -- great career move. i say go for it.\




        • Maven Huggins you know i used to live in Zim?

        • David Simmons ‎@maven, when did you live in zim??


        • Maven Huggins on and off, amounting to about two years between 1990- 1994
          Congratulations too. I am remiss...


        • David Simmons ‎@maven, we're you teaching at u zim?


        • Maven Huggins no. but i met and connected with a lot of folk there..was working with NGOs...i started out with National Council of Negro Women and went onto ZIDS, ENDA, etc.

        • David Simmons you were there as HIV/AIDS was reaching its height, esap, and general spiral downward.


        • Maven Huggins
          yes yes yes I was...many friends fell. Tsitisi -(prevera) -as soon as I go to say her last name it leaves me and goes spanish...she was a tv presenter..her lover, who was the brother of the sheraton manager..Musikavanu...plenty people. PLENTY..secretary in my office after i left..there was a brother at MSU who fell..in my dept of Ag Econ. sad I dont remember his name..but I remember watching him walk up the steps to the library and seeing him through the glass. frightening..he was skin and bones...i see his face clearly...cant remember his name.
          Zimbabwe is a peculiar place in my herstory...

          between my personal life, AIDS in the country, living down the road from Robert Mugabe on 3rd and Tongogara..and people being shot if you drove, walked or rode in front of his house after 6pm, land reform, learning about women warriors in the fight to liberation, being there when the country's independence was a mere 10years old, being cussed out in the street cause folk thought I was Zim, address me in Shona and when I answer think I am being funny...where the country was at that time in 1990, and how it has deteriorated in the meaning/intervening years...has been quite deep...beyond words in a weird way...i feel, recounting it all now, that i should write about it, but that is why it is so peculiar...ever live something but you dont know enough to even understand, interpret or give it any justice...but it was profound nevertheless? well yea. that...




        • David Simmons yes, i know exactly what you're talking about. i write about that sense of peculiarity in the intro of the book, of feeling like there was so much that i felt i was only partially understanding. so much greed and meanness and corruption and, at the same time, so many stories of selflessness and survival and healing and hope-building. it was and is a very complicated reality.


        • Maven Huggins
          now i am curious about your book, because what I know is that the traditional healers may very well be part of the problem, but it has been years that i have given that thought...am i wrong? wild wild wild...when i think of men who rape babies in the idea that they will be cured...drinking all kind of mixtures.. wow. I am and have been away from it..I do now wonder of the statistics. I do know that no where is as ravished than as Southern Africa, and Zim was one of the earlies, even before or with Uganda...ha. need to call down some serious power...

          I remember another common cause of its spread was powerful rich men and their women they escorted or entertained...in all the beer gardens, something I miss much, the beer gardens>

          aye. Life eh...the place of enjoyment and memories is the spot of much death and perversity...

          piripiri brai, music, dance, smokes, people and sex



        • Maven Huggins just by accident or synchronicity, the questions of your book are the exact reason I want to go to medical school even as I wish to be a natural healer...to know the science and not be doing crosscience


        • Maven Huggins i often wonder what Zim is like now, and what life would be like for "an expat" it was wild being on the edges or fence of indigenous, expats usually white, though i hooked in with a trini family, ...being neither in or out either

        • David Simmons
          ah yes. pleasure and death...that could've been the title of the book, too. healers have been implicated as part of the problem...in the media, by well-meaning western or western-trained researchers who have an axe to grind with African traditional medicine. what I found was quite different: a collapsing formal healthcare system that people could not easily access nor had much confidence in. i saw people doing the best the best they could in a very resource-poor setting, where access to translocally produced medicines out of the reach of most. the hundreds of healers i worked with were making great strides in ameliorating the suffering of their patients.



        • Maven Huggins all the more reason for me to read your work; I get an idea for a need--a text that correlates./examines/explore the western media's assessment of african medicine to AIDS, the treatments, ingredients, its targets, effects, and how it is matched to western meds and protocols to hiv'/aids...

          that work would highlight what natural remedies exist..



        • David Simmons ‎@maven, i talk about the framing of africans in early media coverage of the pandemic and to some extent the pathologization of African traditional medicine by westerners, but it would be interesting to look specifically at media's framing of African medicine.


        • Maven Huggins
          but i am also trying to focus on comparing medicines, treatments, protocols and effectiveness on patients and to do so qualitatively...


          fascinating work indeed...


          you know there is a great described medical program at Case Western to do public science and research...this kind of project would qualify...if only i can get a sponsor, donor, patron for my medical studies and then to fund my philanthropy...that is not too much to ask is it...and then publications.. ;
        • David Simmons
          ‎@maven, a qualitative approach to comparing those issues would be very interesting. i imagine it would have to rely on self-reported efficacy (or lack thereof) from the perspective of patients and practitioners. but i still like the media angle --it'd be easy enough to do content analyses of, say, US/European news media covering african traditional medicine and compare/contrast with African media coverage of the same. the term i use my book to talk about this negative framing is "epistemic violence" which gets at how biomedical orthodoxy/ideology devalues other therapeutic practices, in essence casting them as backward, pre-modern, and in need of some kind of intervention.

        • Kimberly Russell
          ‎"epistemic violence" -- love it! it is interesting how the negative framing is somehow believed to be beyond a cultural relativity... as if western media is believed by westerners to not present a cultural perspective in itself... i used to get into debates about how media lends itself to the cultural lens and perpetuation of dominance and colonization with journalists (when i was once an aspiring journalist many moons ago - lol) ... there is no objectivity in media coverage in essence... that is nonsense, and this devaluing of other perspectives is violent and dangerous....


        • David Simmons
          ‎@kimberly, and it's not only something that happens in the media (i was a journalist, too, before going to grad school) -- it's institutionalized in other areas like our schools, our courts, etc. a former professor of mine (a radical black feminist sociologist) talked about the intellectual assault she felt under while attending grad school -- that there was this institutionalized devaluation of who she was and what she knew. this is epistemic violence.



        • Maven Huggins ‎"epistemic violence"

          that phrase hits me hard this morning...as I am on another stream right now..with other black women...talking about...

          "Maven, you are not alone -- I think many sistas are facing this exact situation. We must stick together and give each other support, I believe.... It's the society** -- it degrades black women, and puts a premium on white -- period."

          now mind you, i get stuck in two ways: one, if we really are living the same experience...and two, "society" written as one, when in fact, I am living in a different one...yet, how do we confirm this is one holistic systemic program/pogrom running

          bizarre a thousand times, nevertheless, "epistemic violence" strikes all chords and it keeps reverberating/constant vibrations...



      HOW?

        • How do u survive with no work
      • Maven Huggins
        • i gave yo my house. i live at family home with mom. she takes care of everything. I do have savings, but we agreed for me not to use it, since I made so many other people rich for three years paying exorbitant rent.....but that is what a lot of my challenges are about...one of the things I dont have control over. I just went on an interview to be a customer attendant in a book store and they refuse to hire me saying I am way above that...

          so i just try to be graceful for where i am, and endless people tell me to be grateful...for one reason or another which is amazing and I am, but this is also bizarre. things upside down
        • Ok. I have been at home too for a bit while I finish my house project, mind you these days its more of a ruins than anything. It works out great for me as I get support with my toddler. Can't trust these child minders. Once its done though am gonna have to move out. So being 40 and living at home aunt that abnormal at all.
           
      • Maven Huggins
        • no. sadly. abnormal for me cause I have lived on my own since 18 .
          But this being an island. a very small island. with more people and young, and new professionals and new nouveau riche, there is no land to go to...so folk either build their parents house or make clan lots multiple houses on top each other...taking up all yard space...

          since the economy is as it is. huge bottom and smaller richer top, you will find people have to live with their parents without even rebuilding or building anything new because they dont make enough to even consider such a prospect

          multiple generational homes are common more than common...the Indians, do it no matter whether they doing well or poor...the africans are doing it too and just as much but for other reasons.

          just last week i proposed to my aunt for me to build a three level carriage house in the yard but i realized i am such an interloper here...and so many are concerned that i stay and get this house,..the land I was born to..but that my aunt built having got the land and our old house after my grandfather;'s death (see that is how it works here...land and homes passed on after death to remaining child...so yes, there is often a remaining child in the home...I missed one grave point...to take care of parents as they age..--another reason why mature people stay at home, at least the unmarried)

          but yeah..this is not where i should or want to be, but it is where i am..and the story is complicated...i am here too cause my father sold my mother's land and house she had on the market to renters when it was illegal for him to do so...and he has settled himself in his mother's house he moved back in wither her when my family moved back to trinidad from brooklyn...and rebuilt it (see the trend)..and he took it and moved his new wife in there, a woman 9 years younger than me, so I am lost to that house too

          I am living a peculiar story my dear...that is why i laugh at you all who still think you have control...loss of control has not yet visited the delusion...but it happens to many every day...

          I never planned nor prepared to be living this situation but here i am,,,and i cant fight it..i am most concerned that my fight turns back on me, to my physical body...not an option...so i just take grace and look for ways out

          I might go to medical school. to see if i can restart and remake a life...
      • Maven Huggins
        • did I tell you?
          I went to an interview oN Monday to work in a bookstore, just to be the person on the floor, dealing with customers, they refused to hire me or consider me for that post as customer service rep, so sometime, control is what we dont have...seems i am just to sit on the river bank and watch the river flow by...

          i tried to do business. it is weird, this is a weird place and i am living some weird dynamics that puzzles even me, but i put that pass me, behind me....need to stop trying to figure out riddles...me not having men interested in me is part of the whole shebang
      • Maven Huggins
        • since 2007, I have thought to be a courtesan, but i dont think it can work here...too small...but go elsewhere unknown...for sure..
          if nothing else


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      "Never take the advice of someone who has not had your kind of trouble."                      -- Sidney J. Harris

Sunday, January 8, 2012

The Great Sphinx of Maven

So it is a new year
the same wretched hauntings attach to me
riddles and mysteries conflux daily
what are the blockages and why am i standing still
how does one so reposed with talkent, skill, beauty and potential not have anything?
not liveilhood, man, mate, companion, lovers or friends
job. entrepreneurship, or hideaway

my daily mantra will be 'how can i turn this around/?'
my search is how to rise and transcend myself, its walls or prisons
why am i not providing? what happened? have i been asleep?
through some unbelievable trauma that has stunted me

how am i a woman so full of ideas and yet, without patrons, supporters, believers, funders?
a treasure trove without owner or social captial
who ever heard?
one with all the answers to every problem except her own
i feel though i am asking the obvious

if one wants to find place and space among these earth natives and from under dwellers and exploiters,
one must have a nose not straighter but more broken than theirs
if one wants to be received and given pass, one must be begging, shorn of any inheritance, royalty or legacy
but instead be, crab, clawing and willing to do anything to be in the cabal of iniquity
one must not have friends, families and observers who fear them more than like them
or those who when the gatekeeper asks, 'shall i open the gate?'. your most consistent companion says,
'she is not ready'
no. one wont get very far in a small space with such contextual designations

and before that, amidst the dominant white kind
one cannot like them walk as a sole conqueror, creator, empowerment and explorer
one must defer to them, their grand whiteness, as bestower of life and all things good
and i never did. i looked them in their eye even as I was 5' 2" below

All this eludes to is a spirit of superiority
and folks rarely help the superior above them
unless it is a black wombmyn
and all would look upon her as 'what can you possibly do for me: nothing'
so types of my kind get left alone
either to fight or languish
and i got tired fighting long ago.
long before the war i started losing

one can't fight for survival for decades and never get tired

8:33am January 8, 2012




"Every day we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss "

...i never did fairytales and tried my darnedest to avoid the variant abysses 
thereby leaving me without the trials and tribulations most collect around/
so there is no mystery or riddle. asking the obvious
i am a creature set apart











Wednesday, January 4, 2012

it has been awhile since I wrote
a whole season of saturnalia, christmas, lights, food and yet, no parang
the trini christmas this year was down, dour and somber
but we lacked for nothing
and have some elegant lovely pictures of my 155lb self

in any case, i have cause today to remember a line of an old signature poem i wrote a long time ago: 1993./
i shared it on fb, and thought it fitting and appropriate that it be my 2012 first insert.
so much time and experience has past and the words are as timely as if I just wrote it

Pursuit


Pursuit

What season is this that I travel through
where paths are absent and evidence of
my friend’s knowledge nascent?

Fellow travelers ne’er do I see
nor wanderers lost on their way,
but a few who feign what really they seek.

My Guide: An inner beat of light and strength:
For to know of self has no rest.

The Path: One of solitude and thought, perseverance and determination.
For everywhere are vultures of mediocrity,
And the measures of a base life.

But for me, my GodSelf guides, through darkness, thickets, weeds and strife.

To light: Upwards, onwards and inwards, where God bathes us the few in grace,
love and spiritual food. To this I strive, this and intent.
Not to exist merely, but rendering a chance for God to touch my head.

But neither does my life end there.
For everyday is a testament to the freedom of my people.

My convictions must be obvious by the way I walk, the way I talk,
the way I look at them with eyes bright,
And the way I do them with a steady mind.
For not yet have I been afforded a life of free existence,
but have been handed down the legacy of struggle.
In all its definitions.

To make a contribution to peace, justice, acceptance,
independence, equality, restitution and respect.

My knowledge, privilege, and blessings are all owed to them.

Always has been....
Always will be...
Until the end.

Melise D. Huggins (10/30/93)


Happy New Year 2012
a time of enlightenment, truth and revelation

Thursday, December 15, 2011

How's Life Otherwise, My Cousin Asks

    • Ok. How's life otherwise
  • Maven Huggins
    • very troublesome but taking it in strides
  • Joanne Collins
    • Sorry to hear that. Some of us seem to fight longer and harder than others. I hold tight to the belief "Change must come" at those times.
Maven Huggins

1. seem as though i am allergic to my current habitat. as assessed by my doctor. congestion in ear, eye nose and needing to maintain meds for it

2. i constantly get "contact dermatitis" the second time just yesterday. he put me on prednisone, allergic meds,

3. there is no water in the house; when there is it is red or brown like mauby. i have no idea how trinis put up with this regularly. this is the first time for us/ thank god i have no job or interaction that demands standards...but been staying home..and going out to tote clean water to bathe from st. augustine

4. my unemployment continues .

5. i make my assessments of 2011, my plans and life dreams
it was fair to middling given my limitations of no real job, but my posters and greeting cards kept me with gas, incidentals and I do have savings.

6. i am making an assessment of what 2012 will bring and trying to ascertain what again i can do. seems I am totally powerless to affect the change I want..but...I try to take it in stride and grace and not get depressed, but i think i do depress really really well..that it gets lost and obscured..in striving, writing, dreaming, attempting, ..

7. I am most saddened of not having my own life and conditions for living (quiet, rural, country, green, by beach, by river, on mountain, clean air and natural organic food to eat...
Just to live...and a good man of a human being and sex...

that is what I wish for most and then to work on the other stuff

Other than that girl, I am good and grateful...grateful grateful

I gather i have dreams and wants. but my needs are met. so i am making friend and love with them as they are..
Thanks for asking..;)

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Living Life Fully Personally

Living with other people curtails the fullness of how one wants to live. This is definitely true for living with relatives and parents. I now realize it might also be true for spouses and lovers unless you happened to have been blessed with or chosen by your mirror mate. It is definitely true for those who want to live outside ethnic barrios and ideas. One being rural-country and multiethnic in thought, variety and value in the midst of folk who just live one straight line of identity, say town, African, limited, might be the challenging picture I propose.

But i awaken this morning with thoughts of the year ending, this 2011 and how have I fared; what did not get done? And asked myself do I want to enter 2012 the same way as I lived and managed 2012? Or are their changes necessary

I also woke recognizing I need to make a full list of my body ailments for my initial visit with Dean Ammon, a Thai massage therapist.

 On not living to fullness at the immediate daily level, I thought, I want to have hammocks in my house. Under my house. I want to have a house opened to the elements that breathes. I want to be in a wood house. I want to live in the mountains of St. Joseph, Amidst green and in a spring for pristine clean water. I want to sleep out under the stars somehow. Perhaps my house will have a cocoa roof. I want to live apart from noise. I awaken this morning having a fairly peaceful morning...not awakened by massive vehicles cars and trucks tearing through the neighborhood that really needs to be and will be rezoned. It is only because school is closed so the morning traffic is less. It is no longer residential this place that used to be an agricultural estate, and running between the highway and the main road in the barrage of too many cars on a small island, many motorists try to cut through here to avoid the backups elsewhere, to our--the residents in homes, detriment, displeasure and discomfort. Barataria is a Woodbrook waiting to happen, I see, it is to follow that eventuality...it will be filled with businesses; another center that never sleeps. I in fact would want to convert this house into a cafe, restaurant liming spot. Elegantly comfortably so.

But last night I in my salon boudoir, I was between the
neighbor's radio listening, to someone else playing Luther Vandross It is Christmas on perpetual cycle, in pondering a headache as I watched my computer screen in the dark, with only the TV on mute to low because I could not take more noise. And I could almost pull my hair out because  life is not to be lived so, but that is the life in Trinidad and Tobago. Completely subjected to everything and everyone about you. There are no boundaries nor limitations. Nothing is to be unexpected. For anything goes.

I also do not want to feel hemmed in when others about you are not as kind to receptive.

So I wake up. Feeling my body. Recognizing my arms feel as they do because I am on the computer typing way too much, but the brain and the words are backed up to write, though I suspect the stress on the arms are not the same in old fashioned writing. And it is these physical feelings that bring on this writing. Recognizing I cannot continue so. That it is a level of powerlessness/passiveness.

I want to OCCUPY2012

~ But there are so many threads tied up into this one theme. I had plans and dreams to make my first million this 2011. Things I wanted to do this December for 2012 aren't happening and I have decided not to fight nor push. Mercury is in retrograde, is the message all about the place. So I am still waiting for the fullness of the stars' shift to my gateway opening..But of all this muse, my consideration is not about my financial and material improvements, forecast or projections for 2012. I am solely centered on the life of the sentient physical body: where and how I want to live. That is all I am wishing and praying for/wishing for some magical bestowing of house and land in mountain hills, quiet and secluded from the maddening people and their twisted minds. Safe

This muse is about how I spend my days, doing what, after I consider where. Last night I switched off Facebook recognizing that it has become a mindfield, at least the Trinidad landscape: fake profiles, snakes in the grass, politics in balisier and sun, and the penchant pertinent haters. And that is before the ongoing never stop riling hateful wretched critique of our lives lived and corrupt poisoned socio-economic-political landscape. My withdrawal and silence is not enough. Now I need to switch it off and move away. What is the point? I see the end is drawing near. And perhaps I ought not disown it totally for I have made sales and inroads there, but really? to the point of keeping it and staying married to it? No. Life is to live outside and off Facebook. I thought that on Monday being out and about with my vehicle in repair. But nights like last night are not what I want for myself.
I want to live elsewhere. I need to live differently. I need to move. I need to do yoga. I need to swim in the ocean. I need to get massages. I need to stretch and become limber. I remembered this morning to not be such a victim and try to help myself, so in between sleep and wake I was giving my self Reiki . Focusing on my abdomen and my hip joint where my back meets my hip connector. It feels out of alignment and gets so regularly. I do not know why. My arms are all tight and knotted as are my finger joints. Oftentimes I imagine me digging my hands in soil. I need to plant and grow things. I need to plant and grow myself. I need sex. I need to grow up in ways and manners of how I go about getting it. Waiting and Seeking Knight of Kings, Hands of Healing and Mind of the Stars Men is not working. I cant live the life I need to be hemmed in. And I am hemmed in. Even this morning, I saw myself buried to the head in sand, imagining some healthful benefit to doing so; some friend lover man is the being who buried me and placed a hat over my face to shield the sun and we both under the shade of a coconut tree, he watching over me as immobile as I would be buried.



These are my journal thoughts for this morning. Probably best left for a real journal. Peculiar that so much of my inner life and thoughts are out in public domain even as I am- while living. But the computer and these various platforms of fb, blog, and status make writing easy. And why not a personal word document diary then? I dont know. I also realize my whole writing life is convoluted in its multiple sources. Between my journals I have kept for twenty one years, 44 volumes. To various manuscripts, two. Several essays, published; my Facebook status, to compile and notes; and here this blog. All together they all form the fullness of my writing. So much so when I came to write this, I had no idea where to lodge these ideas and took a few moments waffling between a real book journal and the computer. See the computer weighs out. Know how much editing and additions have happened effortlessly since I started at 8:08? It is now 8:57am

And still, another reason I talk of needing to live a fullness, I dont want to think about nor consider challenging others on their stupidity. It is enough to deal with my own, do I need to add others and another? I want my space free.

My aunt traveled to the States for about two months. She took my ArtPost line with her to sell some. She spoke to me on Monday. And this lady tried to enter into a blithe lecture telling me to try to be 'pious'. What I think she meant was to be humble. But all I could realize is that she traveled up there with the rest of my troupe haters--all family-- aunts uncle, and cousins, so she came back full. I just shut down and listened. I offered no response. I was just shocked how in the midst of someone offering to do something nice, seemingly, they come back with proof of so much hate. You all had time to sit down and have a cauldron about me, did you? I need to be "pious, dont let it be known all you can do">? I think they talked about how talented and skilled I am for our and any small population and how they think I am full of myself.> That is the kind of thing, people and energy I want to stay far away from. Not one of those family members bought any of the products: $40 for a poster. $3-5.00 for greeting cards. All Art. 18 x 24 and 5 x 7, respectively. Aint that hateful? This is what I mean by wanting my space free.And right now, I live in space not of my own. For the first time since 18, I have returned to be subjected to what I was running away from; first Carl Huggins my father, now lesser and more beings, relatives, among us. What is my science and mathematics? What is the purpose of all these acrobatics? I just know that 2012 please, give me the power to make corrections.
The man who repaired my window on Monday, he blessed me, even if he was just talking bullshit mamaguy--but i take it and turn it around---He said I was going to get another vehicle soon, in six months, and that I would win the lotto. I am going to hold onto those words as if Magic and Magickal. I need more than saving, salvation, miracles and rainbow's pots of gold. I need the earth and life as it has formed and I know it and arrived in and to, to shatter. And that is what this writing is about. A Prayer to lay on the Altar of Fire and Water. Something else that comes from this morning...I just want to be about prayer, goodness, light and power. A Solitary Lion





Good Morning

Afterthought while washing dishes, making tea: And yet, what it is, what this is, is where it is, and what for and where I am to be grateful. Ashe'

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    • Janine. I have a rash on my back just so
      I just touched it and felt all these bumps. You imagine that???
      what to do>? Doctor? Or home remedy>


  • 3 hours ago
    Janine Le Gendre
    • aloes.... (for everything) :)
    • hmmm can anyone take a look at it tho because it could be something else
    • maybe go to doctor just in case


  • Maven Huggins
    3 hours ago
    Maven Huggins
    • alright. to the doctor I go


  • 3 hours ago
    Janine Le Gendre
    • Yes just in case .. you never know
  • Maven Huggins
    about an hour ago
    Maven Huggins
    • you there?


  • about an hour ago
    Janine Le Gendre
    • yes did you go to Doctor?
  • Maven Huggins
    about an hour ago
    Maven Huggins
    • yes
      ":contact dermatitis" again
      dr. indicated "allergies" since i have to keep taking the meds from last time, last issue and visit

      he assessed it was the top i wore yesterday for it has precisely the shape. a cotton tank my aunt gave me.

      He gave me an injection and sent me home with, yes, prednisone and allegra to take for five day. he said it would linger or not go away without the prednisone. and because the man has been right every time before, I just expressed my surprise, resolve and went along my merry way. he said he did not mind the arguing and opposition..but i am very grateful for him: right there and dispensary and is appearing to be competent.

      Now.

      Now. assess this, with me waking and writing this, this morning, upon waking

      and then talk to me


      http://questioneverythngevenyourself.blogspot.com/2011/12/living-life-fully-personally.html

    • questioneverythngevenyourself.blogspot.com


  • 17 minutes ago
    Janine Le Gendre
    • what do you think is the genesis of this hate within your family? I know how family can be but is it that they feel you owe "them" something... just jealousy? you being a black sheep?
  • Maven Huggins
    13 minutes ago
    Maven Huggins
    • lol..Janine.>
      whey you come out from with "hate within your family"?
      Or is there some writing that I missed? in between

      Fill me in before i expound and consider...You hit me for six there

      l;_)


  • 12 minutes ago
    Janine Le Gendre
    • i read the blog.. about your aunt,, taking your stuff.... and no one buying it? melise should be more pious
    • if that is not hate what is? I think is what you wrote?
  • Maven Huggins
    7 minutes ago
    Maven Huggins
    • oh. I was wrong. sorry.
      that aunt is one side one story...
      My mind is the aunts here. and my skin rash

      LORD> what did i just write

      so it took me by surprise that you jumped to hate from the skin thing which is where my brain is at

      GIrl. you just put on more light yes
      and i think there is more here for me to realize than I know and knew/

      hated on all sides?

      by all?
      where it come from? I am all things these people are not. with nothing i think i have and am more than they ever will and do

      was just thinking as I ate, instead of my mom learning from me she chastises me. calls my cleanliness a fetish but with no house cleaner, ever so often, happen twice, she comes to use my bathroom rather than hers, because hers gets so unwieldy. the only thing I can ascertain...when it happens but I am like, why not practice a little bit of what i do rather than chastise

      Girl i eh know.; I have no answers

      i think i shared the blog too early
      what are your thoughts first about the contact dermatitis and the allergies of my environment. that is one thing
  • Maven Huggins
    6 minutes ago
    Maven Huggins
    • wow.

      pondering your responses and seeing the whole of my experience and not in part is giving me serious pause

      it is scaring me actually


  • about a minute ago
    Janine Le Gendre
    • yes it is scary
    • Hmm I'll think some more on it myself,, because it mirrors something I've seen in my own family
Janine Le Gendre
  • I love the morale of that blog tho.. because what you're really talking about is being centered
  • walking away from teh shite ..
  • taking a break
  • from those who don't you... those you wunna be you and jealous
  • etc
  • leave them to their crosses
  • Hmm
  • when last you went for a sea bath?



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concurrently/ another conversation

Maven Huggins

"I am not a religious person, and had eschewed religion but in recent weeks I see myself in visions praying and asking for protection and covering myself/placing myself on altars...

        this is making me show the need to do that"

" this is no longer a time to be human. and for me it never was, but i was thinking i was overboard.. clearly, not so"

Melville Foster
"        And so,we have a lot of food for thought.Yet knowledge strenghtens the armour of our resolve,and mail-clad we sally forth.Of more trolls,goblins and sprites we are of unapproachable mettle."


Monday, December 12, 2011

TwentyEight Ways of OverQualification

  •  Maven Huggins 
    • but i have learned that i need to navigate my age.
      the old man today swore the vehicle was not mine. Hear him. i will do the repair and give you all the pieces removed so yu can give it to your husband, boyfriend, father or whomever cause I know that car not yours"

      he said that~! people think i am 28 max
  • Chris Ren
    • you have a lot of energy!...and youthful stamina, at least from I saw...but on fb you post things in a manner that reflects your age and wisdom :)

      and how young is too young for you ?
  • Maven Huggins
    • lol/ i think that depends on the person...i have learned...took me awhile to get over that...funny bemusing thing...i had an age limit when i was younger. now that i am wiser, (or desperate-lol) I am realizing...to get a clue.. l;)
  • Chris Ren
    • I dunno if you were ever married (I can't recall if I ever asked you that) but it's strange that you're single...you're totally eligible; you're good looking (unless you were wearing a very life-like costume), you have a car...wisdom, education...you're not overweight.... I guess you just haven't met the person you're waiting for..I think you have everything under control

      ..but as I type this I recall that you once posted that you were overqualified for some job you were interested in..what if you're overqualified for a relationship? think about it..all that intellect, superb and inventive cooking skills, peerless prose, well-travelled..ambitious....that's a lot of stuff!

      as for me, I'm single by choice..I don't have the independence (money and time) for a serious relationship...and I have too many things to take care of financially; this year was crazy..
  • Maven Huggins
    • hm. Chris Ren. that is a first. never thought of that. how insightful of you to pick that up. It makes sense and worse than that, it resonates!!!

      No, i have never been married. I have no idea why i am not, is what i say. I am so flabbergasted that men do not follow or flow over me like honey...

      and you just wrote me a perfectly wonderful single ad. but all over again, for who. to post where?

      i just try to be graceful about it. and never get desperate...but it is sad and regrettful

      My girlfriend from school, my last degree, said it would be a sin if i did not have a child...to waste all that good stuff I am. I thought ...well it was shocking..it made me realize folk look at me, folk see me, and think well of me, but i rarely if ever hear it. i was so tickled...and perplexed...cause all this good stuff. yet. here i am twiddling thumbs

      folk working on multiple men, mates and spouses and here i am like a drought

      ~
  • Maven Huggins
    • i think it strange too. just like it is strange that i am not making crazy money (to burn), let alone employed

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Weather, Land, SmartMen and Son in Laws

winter is on its way down to the Caribbean, and i dont mean like a season, but as a change in the type of sun we will have all year round...and how does winter start new and look like in a warm climate? Rain. Heavy, or Steady, or Light, and if not that, just overcast cloudy, regularly, all the time. where is the sun? kind of thing? and what is the caribbean out of the sun?

i just heard bbc refer to "sexual misconduct" regarding to what Hermain Cain's stories are currently circulating and I hear the irony and juxtaposition...Herman Cain is as regular, normal garden variety male of all subsets...sexual misconduct, their seeming right, norm, blood and beget. so conduct is misconduct is conduct?

and i want to write about yesterday...
skipping and running in the Arima rain when earlier in the week I could barely walk.
life is funny and amusing.
To hear me introduced as ":she?: that is a woman of leisure" ("she could do all of that - reach river and plait hair for its drenching" was the conversation--evidently my two plaits were too country and amusing)

but meeting people usually men, posers and liars, who pay for something by marriage, lark or song and then want to turn around and sell it for multimillions they never had or wielded. who have the best value and ownership but want to dash it way for money, that may itself lose its value soon. men who try to portray they do business but talk to them and you hear no earthly sense or awareness that is required. their words betray them. men showing you pictures from fifteen years ago, is an intention to deceit...men who hear an accent and think, start to fly, believing you are their savior to get them out the cesspit of lies, debt and trouble they have outlined for you...wanting to show evaluations on papers for what they never paid for. I am so stunned at how casually folk try to scam here. It just seems obscene and obnoxious for some reason and such a desecration of the best and purest. for it is always about things that used to be sacred that are now just commodities to grab, trade and speculate. Realizing people do not pursue land for any purity of intent, but just because either others are, so they must, or they take it because they could, when they have to pay no price for it, from a father in law say. and then the desperation for which they do not want to tell you the reason, they clamor almost yell at you to save them, and provide the money they need for a sale. two such I have encountered. and many more who just are attempting to access a grap, with no plan or ability/ and in between, the next set --ignorant arrogant enough to want folk to give them skill to accomplish their aim, with nary gratitude far less pay. for free.
they want to enslave you like their colonial fathers and mothers, no matter what the pretense, title or organizational name. by their behaviors, their tongue and walk, you shall know them

my people

of land people do not want it to plant food, or to breathe clean air, or to watch the sky stars at pure dark of night...or to drink of its spring, bathe in its river...no it is just dollars for what they ignored and overgrown for ten years. ask them what they spent on it, and you hear some penny like a 100K, which you know is a lie and for acreage is./ well. really. penny fractions. folk are funny. and i can not say enough the stories people tell are nothing so much as their depth and expanse of stupidity and the reflection of those they engage. "what you did for that 100K - labor and vehicles"
and if you ask them to what product or produce, they cant answer./ poseurs/ bottom top, inside out. feet forward, head backward.

and it is oh so amusing, it is only after my encounter do i figure out what i just experienced: someone else's desperation

enough writing.
I said years ago, that i was never going to pay for land. I said it because too much generational land has been lost and left abandoned by those before and now in my family. An outright sin if you ask me, and people living the costs and wages and dont even know it. AlGarab in Orinoco. Payol Hill Village in Maracas, lots here and there from Toco to Laventille. LaBaja from Marina that Carl stole, Tortuga that Ruth and Analiza left that Carl put into the hands of those others and different, not his own.  and I eh reach the Companies yet..know one know and living to count that part.

I am learning to stay quiet. to not profess or advocate to do what you are neither doing nor capable of actualizing. I am learning there is great peace in being at the bottom of the ladder, even with nothing, all that skill not benefiting one damn thing, but you not skating around looking for what you did not put down to save your ass from a fire you well went about planning and tending. not knowing it was your end you were rendering. and some cant understand why i have chosen not to fight for what, the much, the plenty my parents had. But i say, if it was for me, they would have made it so.

so after all ah dat, I eh paying for land, least of all from skaters, schemers, smartmen and poseurs/

just sit quietly and watch it all pass.
when you die you leave it all. and plenty dead while they still here
I looking like a shuppidy?

will let the universe bring and present.. not me to search, site and acquire
funny mixed up place...