I’d Like To Carry A River In My Pocket

When I stood by this water last November on Blog4Peace day, conjuring peace words and thinking on all the positive energy spinning throughout the world on our peace globes, I should have remembered to bring a few stones home with me for days like today..

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 I wonder what magic I left on the riverbank. 
Where in my head does that come from? 

Why is it that when I set aside a day and deliberately seek out words believing with all my being that they will come, that they will matter, watch them appear, feel them inside me, and share them with you, why do they come so easily?  Is it simply because I expect them?  I wake up on November 4th each year and they are always there for my taking.
Today is any ole’ ordinary day, full of the daunting pressures of life and I need the comfort and power of those words – even when I’m not standing on a shoreline.   
Did they fall in the stream?

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I need to go back to the river today.

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There’s something I must find.
Wanna come?

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Learn To Dance With The Music Of The Storm.

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There is music in the storm — a rhythm and flow to the way it rages.

The crashing of the waves, the strumming of nature’s guitar, the fall of the rain hitting the world like fingers pressing down on the keys of a piano, the howling of the wind a horn section blowing out funk, and the crack of thunder the bass and snare of the drums.

If you listen closely, you’ll hear the melody, the pulling, calling, challenging, daring you to dance, to move your feet and swing your arms.

Allow your spirits to be ignited by the rhythm and learn how to flow through with the storms of life.

But it’s always hard to hear the music at first. We sail along on the sea of life, enjoying the breeze, the slow swaying of the waves, the passing of birds and the beauty of the sun resting in the clear blue sky.

We get used to this easy feeling of everyday life just flowing by — our content, comfort zone of working, socializing, eating, sleeping, friends, family, holidays and parties. Then suddenly the sky starts to darken, as grey clouds block out the sun and the birds disappear.

The waves begin rushing and rocking our boat, and suddenly a storm hits, breaking the comfortable journey of life we were enjoying.

The storm is always unpredictable in the way it touches us.

Sometimes it simply crashes into and batters the boat of our lives, shoving us back and forth for a while, drenching our emotions and blowing away a few of the things we thought were certain and meant to be. And then it passes as quickly as it came, leaving us a little wet, shaken and dazed.

Then sometimes the storm rages with such power that it cracks and rips the foundation of our lives, raining down uncertainty, blowing away just about everything we ever thought was securely battened down. It hits us with waves that take us on a roller coaster of emotions, making us feel like we will never truly regain our equilibrium.

These storms can feel like they will never end, raging for days, to months, to years. And lost in the eye of them, we question everything — our health, our friendships, our ability to keep or find love, our path in life, our very immortality and even our sanity.

To survive it, some of us hold on to anything we can for dear life. Others scream and shout at the storm, trying to fight it with equal rage, and challenging it to Give me all you’ve got, I can take it!

Some simply curl up on the floor and cry, unable to handle the battering storm inflicted on them and others give up and throw themselves overboard, allowing the waves to swallow them whole.

But I say again, there is music in the storm.

You can hear it if you just listen for the rhythm in the chaos, let it take you by the hand and become a Storm Dancer.

Ride the crashing and rolling waves like a daredevil surfer. Allow the drenching of the rain to cleanse and refresh your skin, washing away any illusions or misconceptions you allowed to creep into your life. Open you eyes to the strike of the lighting, as it illuminates and lights up your world so you can truly see things clearly.

Let the clap of the thunder wake you up from monotony, and make you listen to your soul. Allow the wind to blow way all excess baggage you are carrying unnecessarily on your journey through life.

The music of the storm is a challenging ode, a raging rock song, a questioning hip hop track. It is purposefully erratic in its rhythm, constantly changing the tempo to test your ability to adapt, grow and learn, never making it easy for you but always trying to make you a stronger dancer.

The song of the storm is one of life telling you to not let the days pass quiet and easily, but to live ferociously and passionately, through your emotions, through your will, drive, and conviction for life.

The storm spins and dips and throws you around to remind you of the exhilarating gift of existence.

To dance with the storm is to constantly learn through the questioning of yourself. To learn to face your fears, to know you can rely on yourself in the darkest of moments, and to sail headlong into the eye of life, unafraid and never wavering, but full of determination, excitement and the spirit of adventure.

The storm is a reminder that we cannot control the nature of life; all we can do is find a way to move in harmony with it, or else let it batter and bruise us, and we are unable to hear its song.

Once you embrace the storm, you no longer look out on the horizon with fear or trepidation at the darkening of clouds in the distance.

Instead, you begin to learn the steps, to understand the rhythm and flow, to open up the freedom in your movement to be able to freely adapt to the changing tempo of the wind. You sail on confidently, knowing that you are always ready for the dance.

There’s an old saying: A calm sea does not make a skilled sailor. We never know how long or hard the storm will be, but storms are a natural part of life. There is no sun without rain. To embrace the storm is to embrace life. Sometimes we need a storm to realize just how beautiful it is to see the sun come out again.

For all the Storm Dancers out there, keep dancing.

For those still trying to hear the music, it is there.

Just nod your head, tap your feet, and click your fingers. You will hear it.

 

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Emanuel AdelekunEmanuel Adelekun is a writer and a filmmaker, as well as a hip-hop-culture-loving warrior-b-boy. Always honest, he talks too much, always has an opinion, and tends to push people, but that’s okay with him because he has accepted that he’s a wild, fiery spirit who believes in true self-expression. He follows the path of always striving to develop, improve and better understand the frequency on which his soul vibes, making this his way of life. In the end, he believes in keeping it simple: stay open, live to explore, experience, and enjoy the moment. Cherish your mistakes, always be a student, don’t take shit from anyone, and treat others how you would like them to treat you. Through his words, Emanuel hopes to make connections with other similar souls, and maybe open people to something more inside themselves. You could contact Emanuel via his websiteInstagram or Facebook.

Learn To Dance With The Music Of The Storm. | Rebelle Society

There is music in the storm — a rhythm and flow to the way it rages.

The crashing of the waves, the strumming of nature’s guitar, the fall of the rain hitting the world like fingers pressing down on the keys of a piano, the howling of the wind a horn section blowing out funk, and the crack of thunder the bass and snare of the drums.

If you listen closely, you’ll hear the melody, the pulling, calling, challenging, daring you to dance, to move your feet and swing your arms.

Allow your spirits to be ignited by the rhythm and learn how to flow through with the storms of life.

via Learn To Dance With The Music Of The Storm. | Rebelle Society.

India – Imported cosmetics may be fewer with stringent control on animal testing – The Times of India

Last year, India banned testing of cosmetic products and their ingredients on animals in India. However, companies were still found importing products, which had been tested on animals abroad.

The latest move seeking no objection from the supplying country and an undertaking from the original manufacturer of such imported products is to ensure that these products are not tested on animals at all, said an official with the office of the Drugs Controller General of India (DCGI).

via Imported cosmetics may be fewer with stringent control on animal testing – The Times of India.