Hey folks. This is really not my week. I got in a car accident last weekend and last night my purse was stolen with my ipod, phones, camera, wallet, ticket to the Roots & Erykah Badu, basically my life. Contrary to popular belief, I am FAR from rich. But I need those things to continue to forward movement of my business. The phones for obvious reasons, the camera is how I shoot a lot of DivaSpeak TV and if you're a music lover, ESPECIALLY if you're an artist,a you completely understand how difficult it is to live without an ipod. So, if you were thinking bout buyin "Life Experience" off my Myspace page, or a hand-painted bag, or mixtape, or print hopefully the spirit will move you today to purchase an item from DivaWorks to bring some goodness to you and also help me get back in the swing of things. Hope this finds everybody well. -Deev
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I'm a struggling artist too, but I'll check my funds to see if I could buy something. Also, I'll spread the word.
I'm a artist also. I'm really sorry all that happen to you, i did order (2) of your beautiful hand painted bags, just waiting for the delivery of both, i will spread the word out of your unique talent, hope all is well,and keep your head up sista.
Dang girl,must be difficult...I've been in messed up financial sitautions too and I know it get really frustrating. As a Christian what I can say is even in those times..I still thank God I have my life(breath), my family, my mind, my talent etc. Remember there are people who live in poverty everyday of their lives in parts of Africa,etc We come in this world with nothing and we will leave with nothing...all these things as much as we may love them are just material,they come and go but we only have one body,one life irreplaceable. Hope I didn't sound insensitive, just a different perspective. I'll pray for you and see what I can do to help. peace
Words from Maya Angelou:
"Wouldn't Take Nothing For My Journey Now"
Many things continue to amaze me, even well into the sixth decade of my life. I'm startled or taken aback when people walk up me and tell me they are Chritians. My first response is the question "Already?" It seems to me a lifelong endeavor to try to live of a Christian. I believe that is also true for the Buddhist, for the Muslim, for the Jainist, for the Jew, and for the Taoist who try to live their beliefs. The idyllic condition cannot be arrive at and held on to eternally. It is in the search itself that one finds the ecstasy.
One of my earliest memories of Mamma, of my grandmother, is glimpse of tall cinnamon colored woman with deep, soft voice, standing thousands of feet uo in the air on nothing visible. That incredible vision was a result of what my imagination would do each time Mamma drew herself up to her full six feet, clasped her hands behind her back, looked up into distant sky, and said, "I will step out on the word of God."
The depression, which was difficult for everyone, especially so for a single black woman in the South tending her crippled son and two grandchildren, caused her to make the statment of faith often.
She would look up as if she could will herself into heavens, and tell her family in patricular and the world in general, "I will step out on the word of God. I will step out on the word of God."
Immediately I could see flung into space, moons at her feet and stars at her head, cometssworling around her. Naturally, since Mamma stood out on the word of God, and Momma was over six feet tall, it knowing that the word of God had power.
In my twenties in San Francisco I became a sophisticate and an acting agnostic. It wasn't that I had stopped believing in God; it's just that God didn't seem to be around the neighborhoods I frequented. And then a voice teacher introduced me to
Lessons in Truth, published by the Unity School of Christianity.
One day the teacher, Frederick Wilkerson, asked me read to him. I was twenty four, very erudite, very worldly. He asked that I read from Lesson in Truth, a section which ended with these words:
"God loves me" I read the piece and
closed the book, and the teacher said, "Read it again." I pointedly open the book, and I sarcastically read, "God loves me". He said, "Again." After about the seventh repetition I began to sense that there might be truth in the statement, that there was a possibility that God really didlove me. Me, Maya Angelou. I suddenly began to cry at the grandness of it all. I knew that if God loved me, then I could do wonderful things I could try great things, learn anything, achieve anything. For what could stand against me with God, since one person, any person with God, constitutes the majority?
That knowlege humbles me, melts my bones, closes my ears, and makes my teeth rock loosely in their gums. And it also liberates me. I am a big bird winging over high mountains, down into serene valleys. I am ripples of waves on silver seas. I'm a spring leaf trembling in anticipation.
the end.
sorry about some miss spelled words so much typing
something to brighten u up for a few minutes...lifes not over Deev..youll be "going on":)
http://tiny.cc/ITYTF
Amanda, give it to me straight, did someone just take your purse from your hands?? or what? fans I just want to know the whole truth about the purse being stolen, cuz i live in Watts and the same thing happen to my grandmother last month and get this, it was someone we knew and you best believe i got most of my grandmother's shit back!!!
i understand you choose not to converse on this subject, just trying to relate nothing else peace.
Damn that sucks, but you're strong and this won't break you and nothing good will come to the person who has your shit, karma is a bitch! This week may have been ass but TRUST next week you'll have THE BEST WEEK EVER lol. Seriously I was already making plans to cop a few bags. Hold ya head...peace
BTW you can prob at least get your E Badu/Roots tickets back, especially if you paid with a credit card. I'm going to the show tonight also but I'm sure there is some way for them to look up your info and get you new tickets. Tell them you left them home or something. Depending on you Ipod insurance you may even be able to get another 1 for free/cheap minus the thousands of songs you had on there. Same goes with the phone and camera. Peace.
damn i know you feel victimize and mad as hell
Ouch!
time to start tapdancing for spare change my dude
oh well, sadly thats the bad part of life you will recover i'm sure.
*bumps* Onyx - Purse Snatchaz
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