Rest At SEA

I've been wanting to write this one for a while but fear of seeming strange and weird has kept me from it.

Oh well...here goes nothin'.

Before I share my weirdness, I'll as YOU the question: Have you given thought to where your BODY will go after you die? Do you want to be buried (in the ground), buried (in a wall tomb), cremated? If cremated, do you want to be couped up in an urn to sit on top of your family's fireplace, or do you want your ashes scattered atop a mountain or into the ocean? Just some things to think about.


Well, as for ME...I want none of the above.

I don't want to be "buried" because I HATE coffins. Everytime I see one I wonder how anybody could ever breathe in one of those things. And on top of that, it's gotta go six feet into the ground with dirt thrown on top...SIX FEET! NO THANK YOU.

Being buried inside a wall is no better. You're still trapped in that airless coffin and sealed...IN A WALL. Ummm, I'll pass.

Then there's CREMATION. No way Jose! Not for this chick. I REALLY don't wanna be stuck in an oven and roasted to a crisp. Ouch, ouch, ouch...TOO hot!

So...for ME...here's what I want.

I want to be wrapped up in a biodegradable bag and then taken out to sea...7 miles, 14 miles, 21 miles...any increment of seven miles out...and then TOSS ME OVERBOARD.

Yes! Just like that. I just wanna float with the ocean for as long as I'm able. If I end up sinking, that's ok. If some sea creature comes along and eats me for lunch, that's ok. I just don't wanna be stuck in the ground and I don't wanna be roasted in an oven. NO NO NO!!!

So yeah, I get that it's weird, but then again, why should I be any normal in death than I ever was in life. I've always been a bit of a "free thinker", and these are my "free thoughts" on what I want done with my body after I die.

Oh, and for the sake of a homegoing service, I guess folks will need somewhere to put me for that, so how 'bout RENTING a casket, just for that purpose and then return if afterward. And do NOT stick me in a dress. Absolutely NO!

I wish to be buried, laid to rest, whatever you wanna call it, in BLUE JEANS and a BROWN T-shirt. If shoes are necessary, then stick me in sandals or flip-flops. But by NO MEANS do I wanna be buried in a "church lady dress". NO WAY!!! I wanna go in what I loved in LIFE. Jeans, t-shirt, sandals/flip-flops.

So there ya have it. Pretty specific, ain't it. Well, sometimes, and for matters as important as these, a person HAS to be specific.

Oh, and lastly...none of that "life saving measures" mess. If ever I need to be "plugged in" in order to keep "living", my wish is to be "unplugged" after 7 days...SEVEN...that's it. If you unplug me and I go home to be with the Lord, then so let it be. And if I'm unplugged and am able to resume life at the same quality that I had BEFORE the plugs, then so let that be too.

If I need to be fed, changed, bathed, can't communicate, etc...well, we're gonna have to work somethin' out 'cause that's not gonna work for this girl.

I hope this post wasn't too much of a downer, but let's face it...we are ALL gonna go ONE DAY. Ideally, I wanna be "caught up" when Jesus comes back to get His people, but just in case that doesn't happen before I'm called Home, then everything mentioned above is what needs to be.

Oh, and most important is this: I get that NONE of this "after-death" stuff should even matter because my soul will be in Heaven and I will have NO IDEA whether my wishes were honored. In Heaven, there is no looking back to Earth, so really...it won't matter. If I'm cremated, I'll never know. I've I'm buried underground or stuck in a drawer, I'll never know. So whatever happens...it's all good.

Now...Let the DIALOGUE begin: What's YOUR "after-death" housing plan?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

I Whip My "hair" Back and Forth

So...where have I been? I've been in a rut. A major life rut. Can't seem to shake it but also couldn't go another day without writing. So, here I am.

Got a lot of heavy stuff going on so I thought I'd write about something light, like hair.

As a Black woman, hair is quite a struggle.

I like wearing my hair straight (also known as "pressed") but doing so limits my workout activities. One good workout and my straightened hair goes right back to Africa. Then I have to straighten it again, and that takes time.

Then I was wearing it "natural" for a while which means that there was no heat applied so it was "kinky-coily-nappy". Works for me but I get the "side-eye" at work, and sometimes even at church. What's a girl to do???

Well, I'll tell you what THIS girl did. I bought a wig! Yes siree-bob. I sure did. Last Wednesday I bought a wig...and I wore it to work Thursday. It got rave reviews and I really liked it except for the fact that the bangs are a little long and got in my eyes causing one eye to be completely blood shot by the end of the day. For those who know about my eye issues, you know that I couldn't have that sooo...Thursday after work I went right back to the wig store and bought ANOTHER WIG. This one was a short pixie style. I like that one too, actually makes me look younger (or at least I think it does).

What I like about the wigs are that I can have a nice straight style with my "natural" hair underneath. So when I want to work out, I can. And when I want my hair straight, I just throw on one of my new friends and voilà, instant straight hair.

It's all quite interesting.

I never thought I'd be a "wig-wearer", but there are so many other things about this life of mine that I also never thought would be, so wearing a wig is the least of my surprises. I used to think that wigs were for old ladies, or something to be embarrassed about. I mean, even if I were to wear a wig, certainly I shouldn't tell anyone that it's not my own hair. At least that's what I used to think. Pssht! Skip that. As soon as someone compliments me on "my hair", I instantly tell them that it's a wig. I have absolutely NO SHAME. I mean really...why hide behind a lie?

So there you have it. That's the fun I've been having in my life to break up some of the rut-monotony that I've got going on.

Still trying to find my place in the world. Still trying to get to a place, a CAREER, where I can help people and make a positive difference with this life that God has given me.

For now though, I'm still in a cubicle, chiseling away with a toothpick. Hoping and praying that one day soon I will make my way out and into my career of purpose. Hoping and praying.

So how 'bout you? Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever worn a wig? If not, would you? If not, why not?

Talk to me!

Til next time...