Plain Talk Wahala: Brow Makeup

So I walk into the room where a few ladies where gathered doing and talking lady stuff. Specifically, makeup; more specifically, brow makeup. Proud of the work she was doing, she asked what I thought. I didn’t fancy the style of it so I said so, in many words. We were free like that and it wasn’t condemning in any way (I’d like to think). She loved her creation, her ‘model’ wanted it; they continued. Our talk tapered off.

Things happen. Time passes. Scene changes, slightly.

Not long later, in the same room, on my own, on one side, swiping, typing, and tapping. A new model who just got her brows made up, stood up proudly and asked what I thought. O my! This time, for whatever reason, I got tongue tied. She stood there looking at me waiting for some affirmation, I thought. I was like, ‘how am I going to say this.’ So I asked someone else who was there when I made the comment about what you might call ‘squared-edge brows’: should I say anything? She then turned to my inquiring friend and told her plainly that she didn’t really want to hear what I thought. That ended the awkwardness that was building. God bless her.

There are teenagers that keep things going smoothly when adults temporarily freeze. Thank you so much. And should I simply have said that it looked okay?

Anyway, the plain word doesn’t always seem to need be said plainly or explicitly.

Cheers.

PS:
Wahala, in one view, is a cross between trouble and problem.

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2 things to being religious. (Episode 2)

1 is doing good, 2 is living good.

True religion is to be there for, and take care of orphans and widows and prisoners and friends and … in their suffering or need, and to guard/recover oneself from the twisting in/of the world. Everyone acts religious (or half-religious) when they choose to do good and live true.

Everyday, in mind, between Michael (the Angel) and Mephistopheles (the Demon) …. Remember those cartoons with the actor torn betwixt. Ideas going to and fro looking for a home. Any thought can fly around, but this bird, I will let land. Her name is Grace. You see the mind where it appears, so does the entity formally known as Lucifer.

Mouth agape! Really not that bad, it was novel and nice. Sure? Sure. Come on, you know you would rather not, but then, you want. Haha, you want. No I don’t! Something else for me please. Period! Try. All gain, what’s the pain. The drain. What the heck! Join this chariot—or not. Shame; high-low. Low-high; grace. Fame and infamy. Stop it, I like it. What am I thinking? Choose quickly. Haste makes waste. Yeah? Maybe, maybe not. Whatever, talk to the hand. Schizophrenia. Duh! I can.

No one is hooked for life, unless by a blood covenant. (Not that ancient thing again!) It leaves the one way out, death, and rebirth—in Christ. Hooked or not, perfect love calls; the one way in, it hooks for life. All’s logical with the right premises. And the premises are true. The Passion of the Christ was about love—something to celebrate. It made for a beautiful story that shall be shared forever.

What stories have I created by doing good and living good? The story of my life is this: I make it what it is. Surely I can continue, moment by moment, everyday; doing, learning, improving, ‘poco a poco?’, steadily. I don’t always feel it, but it’s there, done.

Commitment, commitment; commitment in the pursuit of happiness. “No happiness without commitment.” Commitment to whom, to what, and why? “If the purpose is right, and the heart is whole, and the object is just, then there can be be true love, and full joy.”

Happy Easter holidays; ‘can’t wait.
Happy Pesach. Happy stories.

See episode 1 here.