Waking up on the right side of the bed, both sides of the brain

This morning I woke up more philosophical than Plato. Pla-flow. Flow-to. I had a dream that I was interviewing for a job with Diddy on his underwater yacht and Sonya Richards (she was a great dancer in my dream. We chatted in the restroom when I lent her my Aveda moisturizer for her ashy hands) was a guest judge. The interview went something like this:

Who is your favorite author? Toni Morrison.
What is your favorite book by Toni Morrison? The Bluest Eye.
Who is your favorite character from The Bluest Eye? Petunia.
What is your favorite line from the book? (silence) ooooh, I'll have to think about that one because the entire book is my favorite line.
Are you afraid (of being in competition for the job I assumed)? No.
Why aren't you afraid? Because "the man who knows something knows that he knows nothing at all".
What does that mean? Fear is an emotion shy of confidence. Understanding fear is knowing that ones success is not measured against man but relative to how well one understands his or her own place in the universal order. So losing is not about being better or worse it's about being in place, as is winning.
Tell me one of your craziest thoughts? Well, recently scientists have found another planet. I think it's planet number 362. That means that as humans, we have found evidence that there are at least 362 rocks like the one we live on. We don't quite know how inhabitable they are because they don't have the same consistency as Earth, meaning water, land, vegetation, oxygen but we know they are there. I ask myself often what is life and what a brilliant mind God has to have thought up humanity and creation. God is so smart and I know that if God has created the complexity of life and emotion, of course there must be other life forms out there. Crazy about this thought is that I hope the afterlife means discovering that we (earth dwellers) are the last ones to realize that death is not dying but energy transforming. We are so simple when it comes to emotions. Think about it. We've figured out how to fly planes and mimic the birds, we can communicate across hemispheres in seconds, we can even break molecules down and recreate the energy of fire in a microwave but our response to death is to dig a whole in the ground and throw the body in. Cry for a while and store that person in memory, if that. I hope to find out one day that God's other creations have tapped into a different vibe with the Universe, with God and have been granted the opportunity to become whatever they wish just by connecting to God and to the Universe. I think they are both equally important.

Okay, thank you.

And I woke up. I had to blog. My girlfriend chuckled as I recounted my dream but it's such a great feeling to find insight into what's going on in your life. At the moment, I'm looking for a job and have had a few interviews that seemed to go well but didn't get me the position. I feel as if I've been given a pat on the back by God through my dream. Somehow saying don't trip too much, you're on the right track, you just haven't come across the right thing for your life.

Be easy. Be good to each other. Be well.

It's A New Day. At least on my calendar...

November 4th. The day the world got some. Where were you when the Man got an open invitation to pick its cracked face up off the ground? Race relations not healed but definitely took a huge step in a positive direction (not forgetting the setback civil rights received with the passing of Proposition 8.). I was seated in Slice, a lounge slash bar slash hella good pizza joint in the downtown area of Atlanta. As the breaking news alerts continued to push me and my good friends to the edge of our seats, we waited patiently on Hope. We knew in our hearts that America would not leave possibility on the corner, waiting for yet another Freedom bus. Me, Reese and Liz left the house that day knowing anything could happen. If Obama didn't win, we might be compelled to violence, tears and or madness. Seriously, we knew that each of us had invested so much of our emotion into November 4th being the day we lived to see a black president that there was no consolation awaiting us in explanations of the electoral college or the Republican voter populous. Bottom line, we weren't trying to hear anything other than President-elect Obama.

Our day went like this: woke up that morning, had some Cap'n Crunch, watched the news, suited and booted up, rolled up, rolled out. Brunch, jammin and finally landing at the King Memorial that evening. After getting glimpses of Al Sharpton marching over to the new Ebenezer Baptist Church from the tomb of MLK, Jr. we headed back to the car and ended up at Slice after stopping by the Verve lounge. As we the music tuned in and out for commercials and Wolf Blitzer's announcement of poll results, it seemed as if the announcement was planned as a surprise. Seriously, one minute the ticker said Obama was in the lead by over 100 points and then all of a sudden "CNN predicts Obama elected president"! There was about 2 seconds of silence as every one in Slice processed what was happening in that moment and then from then on until I left, an eruption of cheers, Young Jeezy and hell yeahs. Bananas doesn't even describe the energy in the room. Maybe electric bananas. Perhaps acid bananas on jazz emotion captures somewhat the mood. White people happy. Black people happy. Even the po-leese was dapping up. Hell to the yeah. I was proud to be an American for the first time in my life. I felt like my father, brother, cousin and best friend was just elected president. In that moment, Obama was definitely proud relative of mine and when he and his family walked out onto the stage, I was there with them. Standing right there on that stage saying "we did it!".

Since then, I'm on cloud Obama. This joy is something can't nobody take away. Fa real, I'm good. Sinceriously.