Love first happened to me in my early twenties. I thought I knew everything about it because I was an adult and it was my first real relationship. Man, did I go through some trials and errors to find out differently. A decade, one kid, and several life lessons later, I’ve found that there are many layers to love.
My first time truly falling in love I became enthralled with the throes and heart trimmers that came along. It was an amazing and unique experience; however, I chose to overlook the pitfalls of selfishness and dishonesty because I thought that was what you did in love’s namesake. I loved unconditionally, but, eventually, it ended with a painful reality. Lesson: Love can easily turn into heartbreak and betrayal.
When my son was born, the first thing I did was cry. It was a magical, overwhelming moment that words couldn’t describe. I just know that my heart was so full of love which transcended any human comprehension. Through the adventures of parenthood, I’ve found that a child’s genuine love can make many things in life seem trivial. This kind of love makes you see the world in an unorthodox way.
The saying “you can’t choose your family” is definitely true, but often times there’s a reason for the family you were born into. For every relative that I haven’t meshed well with, there is another that I’ve established an amazing connection with. Through the joys of sibling-like relationships and heartbreak of disappointment, I’ve learned family will always be your first test of love and loyalty.
The honesty and natural growth of friendship that I’ve received in my lifetime is immeasurable. There’s over seven billion people on this planet and only a scant few have become my close friends. They accepted me and allowed me to be who I am, in all my imperfection. The impact of their love and sincerity has forever changed my life. I’ve learned to cherish my friends because a great friend is difficult to find.
Now that I’m in my early thirties, my perspective on love has positively shifted. I’ve learned that love comes in many forms, but it’s up to me to value it while I have it. There will always be givers and takers in relationships, yet I have influence on the balance between the two. In love, I’ve encountered a blissful passion beyond compare and a darkness that knew no bounds in sadness. Love and I had our falling out, and it lasted for a while. Ultimately, I’ve learned that if I don’t give it another try then I won’t know the next great love of my life. With one new relationship on the horizon, I pray for an absolute and complete love that will last for as long as it needs to.
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Did you know that Richard and Mildred Loving broke down racial barriers with the landmark civil rights case, Loving v. Virginia? Growing up in Essex County, Virginia, I didn’t realize that I lived minutes away from the Loving family, who lived in the neighboring county of Caroline. They were instrumental in legalizing interracial marriage (specifically between blacks and whites) throughout the South.
Mildred Jeter was born on July 22, 1939 in Central Point, Virginia. She was of African-American and Native American ancestry. Richard Loving, who was white, was born October 29, 1933 in Central Point as well, and he first met Mildred at her school. Eventually, the two quietly started dating despite their six-year age gap and, when Mildred became pregnant at the age of 18, the two decided to get married.
In June of 1958, they married in Washington, DC because the Racial Integrity Act of 1924 prohibited interracial marriages in their home state. They returned to Caroline County and were arrested. In 1959, they pled guilty to violating the act and were given a one year suspended sentence under the condition that they leave Virginia and not return for 25 years. They challenged the law and, in March of 1966, the Virginia Supreme Court of Appeals upheld the law. By June 1967, the U.S. Supreme Court unanimously ruled the law unconstitutional. Because of this ruling, the 16 states that still had anti-miscegenation laws on their books were forced to repeal them.
On June 29, 1975, Richard Loving, 41, was tragically killed by a drunk driver while his wife lost sight in her right eye. Mildred Loving passed away from pneumonia on May 2, 2008, at the age of 68.
Richard and Mildred became reluctant activists in the 1960s Civil Rights Movement and forever changed the view of many on interracial marriage in the South.
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Did you know that Jacob Lawrence was one of the most notable African-American painters of the 20th-century? The Harlem Renaissance artist was uniquely known for his portrayal of African-American life. Lawrence’s 60-panel Migration Series, which was painted on cardboard, gained him national recognition when he was just 23-years-old.
On September 7, 1917, Lawrence was born in Atlantic City, New Jersey. He was thirteen when his father, mother, sister, and brother moved to New York City. In an attempt to keep him busy, his mother enrolled him in classes at an arts and crafts settlement house in Harlem. The young Lawrence often drew patterns with crayons. Early on, he copied patterns of his mother’s carpets; leading one of his art teachers to note Lawrence’s great potential.
Dropping out of school at sixteen, Lawrence went to work in a laundry and a printing plant. He continued honing his craft by attending classes at the Harlem Art Workshop. His classes were taught by the renowned African-American artist Charles Alston, who eventually urged him to attend the Harlem Community Art Center, led by the sculptor Augusta Savage. While at the centers, Lawrence studied African art, Aaron Douglas’s paintings, and African American history. Savage played a key role in securing Lawrence a scholarship to the American Artists School and a paid position with the Works Progress Administration (WPA), a program founded by the Franklin D. Roosevelt administration. While at the WPA, Lawrence studied and worked with Alston and Henry Bannarn–both notable Harlem Renaissance artists.
Lawrence began painting in a series format in the late 1930s, completing 41 paintings on the life of Toussaint L’Ouverture, the revolutionary who established the Haitian Republic. Other series followed on the lives of the abolitionists Frederick Douglass, Harriet Tubman, and John Brown. The Migration of the Negro, one of his best known series, was completed in 1941. The series depicted the Great Migration of African-Americans from the rural South to the urban North. A part of Migration of the Negro was featured in a 1941 issue of Fortune Magazine.
Also in 1941, Lawrence married painter Gwendolyn Knight, also a student of Savage’s, on July 24th. They were married until his death. In October 1943, he enlisted in the United States Coast Guard and served with the first racially integrated crew on the USCGC Sea Cloud, under Carlton Skinner. During his service, he continued to paint and sketch.
After living in New York for decades, Lawrence and Knight moved to the Seattle in 1970, where he had been invited to be an art professor at the University of Washington.
Jacob Lawrence taught at several universities throughout his life but he eventually returned to NYC. He continued to paint until a few weeks before his death in June 2000 at the age of eighty-two. His last commissioned public work, the mosaic mural New York in Transit, was installed in October 2001 in the Times Square subway station.
Some of Lawrence’s recognitions include, the NAACP Spingarn Medal (1970), the Algur H. Meadows Award for Excellence (1996), The Washington Medal of Merit (1998), and the U.S. National Medal of Arts in 1990.
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Jazz is an African-American musical form born from blues, ragtime, and marching bands, which originated in Louisiana during the turn of the 19th century. The word “jazz” was a slang term that referred to a sexual act.
Some jazz greats include; Louis Armstrong, Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Ella Fitzgerald, Dizzy Gillespie, Thelonious Monk, Dinah Washington, and Nina Simone.
For my Brian…
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Just when you thought it was safe to walk the streets again, you’re being reminded to buy chocolates and flowers to profess your love. With Christmas and the New Year barely behind us, the season has magically honed into Valentine’s Day. Don’t get me wrong I like the day of love, but I’d like a little breathing room between holidays.
While the reason for Valentine’s Day is well known, the origin of the red rose being the symbol for love isn’t. My boyfriend so kindly pointed out this enigma and I was instantly curious. Besides, I didn’t want to write any old blog about Valentine’s Day.
The word “rose” means pink or red in the Romance and Greek languages, and is an ancient symbol of love and beauty. Hence, the reason the rose is identified with the Greek and Roman goddess of love, Aphrodite and Venus. Specifically, the red rose is one of the most universal symbols and carries more meaning than many other colors.
The modern red rose was introduced to Europe from China in the 1800′s. The color red itself evolved from an early primal symbol for life into a metaphor for deep emotion. Many early cultures used the flower as a part of marriage ceremonies. Through this practice, the red rose became known as a symbol for love and fidelity. As the tradition of exchanging roses and other flowers as gifts of affection came into prevalence, the red rose naturally became the flower of choice for sending the strongest message of love. This is a tradition that has endured to the present day.
Thanks to that little history lesson, it’s understandable why red roses are a popular way to say “I love you”. And having a bouquet delivered to a lover on Valentine’s Day makes a strong romantic statement, even in a budding relationship. Red is a powerful provocative color that can elicit an equally compelling response. So what better choice than the red rose to represent the day of love and lovers worldwide?
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Wikipedia: Rose (symbolism)