KB Poetry, Prose & Essays: Looking Back BY: KB © 5.5.15

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Looking Back BY: KB © 5.5.15

OK, so my thoughts for today….I have been all over the mental map this morning. I got thrown for loop when one of my devotional pages had a broken link and I had to figure out how to post the message. It’s funny how the little things tend to derail your train of thought….

So here’s what I am currently ruminating on……the concept of looking back. I put it in terms of something I heard- a car analogy. The windshield is the largest window in the car for a reason. It enhances your vision and shows you a perspective so you can gauge progress. The rear view is somewhat smaller because it shows what may be creeping up on you but not to the point where it occupies your attention and consumes your view. The rear view also shows a progression and a vision of the things you left behind. The side mirrors show you what you've aligned yourself with being ever so mindful of the blind spot.

Now, if you think about it, the car is a vehicle built for progression. I say this to note that life is also a vehicle for progression; constantly looking back can cause just as many problems in life as it can in driving.

No writing would be complete without me using a scripture reference: Genesis 19:23-26

23 By the time Lot reached Zoar, the sun had risen over the land. 24 Then the Lord rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah—from the Lord out of the heavens. 25 Thus he overthrew those cities and the entire plain, destroying all those living in the cities—and also the vegetation in the land. 26 But Lot’s wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.

Lot’s wife….looked back and was returned to the elements. The Hebrew for “pillar” refers to a strong hold or a sentry, that is, something set to watch over something else. The imagery of Lot’s wife standing watch over the Dead Sea area—no life can exist on this spot, even today—is a very strong reminder to us not to look back or turn back from our progression in faith and to abide unwavering in Christ.

Long story short…if you continue to look back or go back…you will never find life!

How ya' livin'?!

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I wanted to create a forum for my poetry and short stories.

My poetry is the ultimate free expression of my inner most thoughts. My written word is all me without constraint of social norms and political correctness.

My pen name for writing is Muslim in origin and taken from both male and female Kifah (f) - struggle or fight. I chose this name because, like Miss Sophia in The Color Purple "all my life I had to fight"
Jari (m) I chose this name because it means powerful, brave and it speaks to my nature of being me in a world that constantly tells me that I am not allowed to be.

I am both masculine and feminine and I am a brave warrior who is un-apologetically me!

I am a writer to my marrow; it's part of my DNA, a generational gift. My grandmother wrote the most beautifully detailed journal that we found after her death. My mother is a published author - several nursing and nursing management articles. Now, I too have reached a place of maturation where I feel it's time to share my gift with the world.

This page will contain essays, poetry and short stories that covey the real and raw emotions of love and life through my lens. Who am I? I'm a lot of things to a lot of people so I'll try my best to utilize the various labels: Christian, Counselor, African American (Afro-Irish, Native) female, lesbian, co-parent, sister, aunt, lover, friend, writer, etc....

I wrote many of these pieces for my Senior Year Project for New College in 2006. It's been a long journey since then and I had a previous attempt at posting my work; the task became daunting and I all but stopped writing altogether...now, I'm back with a vengeance. I write new pieces DAILY.

The many facets of my life will ALL show as I continue to write

Poetry & Essays

I wanted to create a forum for my poetry and short stories.

My poetry is the ultimate free expression of my inner most thoughts. My written word is all me without constraint of social norms and political correctness.

My pen name for writing is Muslim in origin and taken from both male and female Kifah (f) - struggle or fight. I chose this name because, like Miss Sophia in The Color Purple "all my life I had to fight"
Jari (m) I chose this name because it means powerful, brave and it speaks to my nature of being me in a world that constantly tells me that I am not allowed to be.

I am both masculine and feminine and I am a brave warrior who is un-apologetically me!

I am a writer to my marrow; it's part of my DNA, a generational gift. My grandmother wrote the most beautifully detailed journal that we found after her death. My mother is a published author - several nursing and nursing management articles. Now, I too have reached a place of maturation where I feel it's time to share my gift with the world.

This page will contain essays, poetry and short stories that covey the real and raw emotions of love and life through my lens. Who am I? I'm a lot of things to a lot of people so I'll try my best to utilize the various labels: Christian, Counselor, African American (Afro-Irish, Native) female, lesbian, co-parent, sister, aunt, lover, friend, writer, etc....

I wrote many of these pieces for my Senior Year Project for New College in 2006. It's been a long journey since then and I had a previous attempt at posting my work; the task became daunting and I all but stopped writing altogether...now, I'm back with a vengeance. I write new pieces DAILY.

The many facets of my life will ALL show as I continue to write