The beauty that was and still is Maya Angelou

I was browsing my Facebook page and came across the announcement of the passing of the great and legendary Maya Angelou.

 Gosh.

I remembered the first time that I was exposed to the raw passion of her poetry. The thought provoking instigator of pure emotions that is Maya Angelou captured me so profoundly that I cried and cried while reading "Still I Rise".

How could it be that the words on paper of another human being could seemingly come to life tangibly so and also reach into the subconscious and invisibly caress my spirit all at the same time? Profound indeed is the right word I used here; she transcended the written word and somehow came to life in a way so unique to her. That was the beauty I experienced because of her. The beauty of her unchained expression of life in all its glory, gifting the world with the opportunity to glimpse into a mind so rich that a glimpse is all you need.

The pleasure of her once being here on earth is comforting to the sad reality that she is no longer here. But even more so, her legacy and spark will forever be found in the pages of her work. Among the words so precisely placed will we all find our flames ignite and explode into a journey of truth, feelings and raw emotions that even in her passing, I believe she will continue to rise and transcend it all. Through her phenomenal pieces she is forever preserved and will remain with us, in all the true beauty that is Maya Angelou.

R.I.P

Happy Birthday Thought Continuum

My makeshift brain just had a baby, Happy Birthday Blog, her name is "The Thought Continuum". I figure the title is pretty much self explanatory.

Anyhow, I birthed or should I say begat?... this blog today so I could somehow try to vet my thoughts. Oddly enough it isn't for the purpose of being read by anyone that I chose a 'blog' instead of writing in a 'diary'. Does anyone still use them?

But it really was just so I could express my thoughts freely. Why don't I just use facebook? Well to be honest I have thought about that, but I believe it would be too harshly judged. I feel like if I express myself truly and fully to my friends and family that it may be critically viewed. I may be considered a whiner, complainer or even judgmental. You see even in writing this snip-bit I just realized I'm too reliant on what people think, that I have somehow encaged myself in this jail for expression that I can't even comment what I really want to say because I am too busy avoiding the disapproving eye of the masses.

Strange how just letting your thoughts flow freely and unhindered, unleashes something with you that you never thought or could have imagined possible. Me ... a 'people pleaser' and victim of my own chastisement really, shocking even to my own subconscious. But I guess this is what it is.

I'll surrender to the therapy of it all, the soothing flow of thought and the silent piercing revelations that I am sure are bound to come. On that note, that will be all for today's entry.

Again, Happy Birthday "The Thought Continuum"