I Got Saved...Again: A Note on Commitment

Tonight I got saved...again.

 I realized it was time to renew my vows with Jesus, if you will. I've been saved since I was 14, as I've mentioned in my ABOUT ME section. But it's been so long since I totally wiped the slate clean and got a fresh start. And every relationship needs that. Desperately needs it. Think about a couple who has been married for 50 years, and still appear to be hopelessly in love with each other. How do you think they achieved 50 years of good marriage? By constantly renewing their vows, that's how. No, not in a formal ceremony, but every day, growing and changing with each other and reaffirming their love and commitment.

I found some traditional wedding vows online and I wanted to see how it would fit if I made it about Jesus and me. 

A is for Afro: Part ll

 Wearing an afro has the most peculiar effect on people. I don’t wear my hair in a picked out Afro very often, because I favor the twist-out look. But today I decided to go for it. And I received the most interesting reactions. The number one reaction I got was smiling. Really; people I made eye contact with would just start smiling! Even though it made me a little self-conscious, it was kind of cool. At work, a random visitor stopped by my desk. He was Asian American. After smiling at me a couple of times, he leaned in and said “I like you hair like that.” I thanked him and smiled back. And then he asked, “Is it hard to maintain or something? I mean, I have friends who wear braids, but I wish they would just cut them off and wear it like that all the time!” (indicating my hair).

I didn’t really know what to say to that.

♥Tiarra♥

Some Men Walk



Photo from StreetEtiquette.com



Some men walk as though they don’t know where they’re going. Each foot seems to want to go in completely opposite directions, while the body lags and slouches behind, willing to be led wherever it is pulled.

Some men walk deliberately. Their body throws its weight forward on the feet. Neither left nor right foot has a say in the matter; they go where the body commands. And do trust, body knows exactly where it is going…hopefully my way?

A Poem About Men and Their Pants

 

I like to watch the way a man’s dress pant moves around his ankle and shoes when he walks. It floats and swims lightly and easily around the solidness of his shoe. It goes where he goes, embracing the ankle, and then releasing it just as quickly…but it never strays too far. It seems to know that ankle and shoe aren’t going anywhere; it will always be there to anchor it, and pull it back into another embrace.

It reminds me of the relationship between a man and his woman for some reason. But who is the pant? And who is the shoe?

~♥Tiarra♥

NOTE: For more pics, please visit Street Etiquette! A urban fashion blog for men.

The (Spiral) Notebook

Good afternoon readers,

I found an old notebook of mine last night. It's a notebook I usually always keep with me in case I'm struck with a brilliant idea...so, there're alot of empty pages in it. LOL!

 

Anyway,often when I'm on the train or the bus a silly or serious thought will strike me, and I'll grab my pen and write whatever comes to mind. Sometimes it's cheesy, sometimes it's personal,sometimes it's cool.

But I want to share it with YOU. In a series of installments.

Enjoy =)

~♥Tiarra♥

In Case I Forget: His Name Begins With an “X”

I’m sitting at work right now, and something seemingly insignificant just happened that got me thinking. A man just walked into my office and sat down. I barely noticed him because all he did was declare who he was here to see, and that he would be more than content to wait in the lobby (where my desk is) for his person to come down. No thank you, he would not like a coffee while he waited, but thanks so very much for asking. My coworker and I nodded, and returned to our computers.

I don’t remember how we ended up engaging in conversation, but we did. At some point, he began to twirl a cane around in his hand...

I Want Her to Have a Happy Ending



"And they lived happily ever after..."



My friend and I have this boyfriend connection. Meaning, the most recent guys in our lives could practically be personality twins. Our relationships with these men run so parallel, it’s scary. When I see her (which is not often) we always spend at least an hour updating each other on our current status with these guys, and we are freshly amazed at the similarities. I always tell her that I’m only one chapter ahead of her in the same book. It’s nice to have someone you can relate to in that arena. Someone who won’t judge your relationship or the guy you choose.

As I mentioned in my last entry, my relationship ended. I've now begun the “Re-discover Yourself and Reclaim Your Goals and Passions in Life” chapter. If I may say so myself, it's getting good! I'm discovering a million new things about me, and I'm really, really loving it. The last chapter was rough ya'll. It involved a lot of hurt, forgiveness, and acceptance. A toughie, but defnitely worth it.

As I said, my friend has pretty much always been a chapter behind me. But lately she’s been telling me how her relationship has been taking a turn for the better, instead of crashing and burning. I sat quietly and listened for quite a while as she recounted all the positive things that had been going on between her and her man. And this thought immediately sprang to mind as she neared the end of her story-