Motivation Is For The Birds!

A few days ago, I met with a life coach.

Now, before I get the eyes rolling deep into the back of your head, hear me out. The nature of our meeting was strictly informal and if anything, friendly. There wasn’t even a charge for his services and he never made me feel inclined to pull out the Visa Check card. Truthfully, he was my past professor in graduate school so we’ve had a greater connection on a much different level. We even share the same name…both first and last.

So, we met up and luckily for us, it was a great day to catch up because I was completely rested (lucky for him) and he was extremely sensitive to my “What is the meaning of life?” questions (lucky for me). First, let me start by saying that everyone needs a mentor or someone they can internally relate to for guidance.

How many of us honestly can say that the place that one is in life was obtained in an a solo status? How many can say that what one has accomplished is completely by themselves and for themselves?

Uh, no one I know but then again, who am I?

So, M.D. (the life coach) is that type of guy: very sensitive, extremely active listener, and a great friend to have in your corner. All in all, it was a great meeting and I hope that once I achieve the simple objectives put in place, we can meet again to discuss the next evolution. The best part about speaking with him is in knowing that his struggles in being the man he is today is in part due to the fact that he, at a sudden pace, and at a later stage in his life, found himself wandering. He later told me (in more or less words) that his belief is in the individual to find themselves through themselves because in doing so, the most true and ideal version of who you are will appear.

Simply put: experience more from what you need to do in life because believe it or not, there are many millions of people asking the very same questions.

So, I am reading The Alchemist, written by Paulo Coelho. It’s a fable about following ones dreams and spearheading ones aspirations. From the sound of it already, I am going to be a changed man from this read.

Hey, sure beats reading about Britney and the gang of misfits making all that money in Hollywood!

A Runner’s High

Let me start by saying that 12.75 miles isn’t that far. In fact, most of us could calculate the distance from here to there to be about 12.75 miles. Or, the amount of miles it takes for me to enjoy a nice walk from my house, down the street (a bit) to enjoy some local ice cream and a few hours later, a quick but dainty walk back to the house.

Now, the fun part.

Yesterday, my buddies LaRoyce and Corey–well, actually, his name is Anthony Corey but since he has two first names, we usually have the option to call him either. So, my buddies LaRoyce, Corey, and I are training for the Maine marathon which happens every October, usually within the first week. This year’s start time is on the 7th of October, which will be quite brisk and chilly opposite of our training schedule considering we have been training in the oppressive heat and humidity.

Oh well, I digress.

So, the pace is good and the scenery is amazingly addictive and the runner’s high that one experiences individually is magnified by the bond you have with your buddies running beside you. The connection is indeed something to marvel at only because even where there is not a sound heard except your heartbeat and nature, you are intuitively communicating with one another and the expression, the fluidity of our movements, and the emotional commitment to the sport is felt on so many levels, that you almost forget that you are running at times.

Someone said that your real friends help you move but I say that your real friends help you run faster and faster until you can’t imagine life without running or sitting still.

This is what I have called my runner’s high because in it, one doesn’t feel alone or weary but instead, one feels liberated and full of a keen spirit to go as far as you can without telling anyone where you are heading, even if it’s 12.75 miles.

M.C. Davis

Time Management

On a typical off day–meaning, just a work day with no school, dog-sitting, or loving, I spend time at Panera Bread either studying or preparing for the next day while drinking coffee. It just so happens that today was one of those days where the proverbial schedule didn’t greet me at the front door but instead, my freedom shouted from the tippy-top floor for me to base jump to the bottom.

So, I jumped with open arms like a bird of prey.

However, I just realized that I typically spend more time preparing my setting than I should; in fact, my first 15 minutes at Panera are designed around my place setting instead of getting down to the business at hand. A typical Panera sit down:

A. Find the best seat in the house i.e. the closest outlet (even though my battery lasts for 4 hours, you never know and no regrets right?).

B. Locate who to secretly stare at while pretending to study or browse the net.

C. Find the line to get coffee, make order, then walk feverishly to pick up the order.

D. Come back to my seat, start the laptop, wait…wait…wait…wait…and yes, wait some more (time for more RAM I think)

E. Login into the Panera system, locate homepage, start browsing.

The only dilemma is that from steps A-D, it a good 15 minutes…which needs to shorten dramatically. I’ve wondered who else has this problem where the intentions are great in accomplishing a particular goal but action towards it is the stumbler or the time to prepare yourself for the task is more cumbersome than the actual task.

I think I need a full time life coach.

(Geez…the things people have to endure)

A Particular Conversation The Other Day

The other day I was walking down my usual route on Congress St. when I met up with a friend of mine from the past, but not too far back, but definitely far enough for me to second guess talking to him. In either case, we met and decided to catch up over coffee. Starbucks, which is centrally located along the route, met us with open arms. Here was our conversation:

M: So, how have you been? It’s been a while since–
S: Yeah, I know, and I’m sorry but I’ve had some down days lately that have lingered around.
M: Oh, I know what you mean but like my grandmother used to tell me, “when one door closes, another one opens.”
S: Yea, you’re right and I hope this door stays open for a while.
M: So, what did you think of the new–
S: Hey, do you have $1,000 dollars I could borrow?
M: Um, well, no actually because first, I’m not made of money and second, I haven’t seen you in months!
S: Yeah, I know but I have to pay for my child support and I acquired a slight drug habit since we spoke last…
M: A drug habit? You didn’t even smoke when we spoke last?
S: Some things change I suppose for the worse…
M: I suppose so but not like that.
S: So, you don’t have it?
M: Yep. Pretty much.
S: Well, I have to go but it was nice chatting with you.
M: Oh, okay.

I believe the coffee was just getting to the mid-cool stage when he jetted out the door, but then again, perhaps it was that time for us to make that long leap away from each other once again.

Moral of this story: don’t give your friends money, they might buy drugs to support their habit.

Ms. Giovanni

I think even before I was even able to speak out my thoughts and feelings, I understood poetry and its rhythm. Still today, as an ever-pressing adult, I hear the rhythm in words and the nature of how innocently they sound when spoken within several layers of each other. I love this gift and I thank God for giving me an ear to understand what is usually said under one’s poetic breath. A wise poet should always an even wiser listener.

On another note, my passion for writing poetry gives way to an even deeper passion for reading poetry. Nikki Giovanni, who has always provided me with sound resolution as poet, has a wonderful poem that despite its short stature, it’s a Napoleon of a poem and resonates like a category 5 hurricane within my soul. I found this poem a few years ago since this gem of a find, I have read this poem at the beginning of every poetry reading I’ve ever hosted or been involved with. It’s called Communication and it’s fitting for what we are sharing at this moment:

Communicati on

if music is the most universal language
just think of me as one whole note

if science has the most perfect language
picture me as MC2

since mathematics can speak to the infinite
imagine me as 1 to the first power

what i mean is one day
i’m gonna grab your love
and you’ll be

Here’s a brief bio of Nikki Giovanni:

Nikki Giovanni was born Yolande Cornelia Giovanni, Jr. on June 7th, 1943 in Knoxville, Tennessee, but was later raised in the Lincoln Heights neighborhood of Cincinnati, Ohio. She attended the all-black Fisk University, where she became involved in both the Writers’ Workshop and the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee. The connections between literature and politics would continue to absorb her attention for decades to come. In 1967, she became actively involved in the Black Arts movement, a loose coalition of African-American intellectuals who wrote politically and artistically radical poems aimed at raising awareness of black rights and promoting the struggle for racial equality. Radicalized by the assassination of Malcolm X and by the rise of the militant Black Panthers, her poetry in the 1960s and 1970s was colorful and combative; a recurrent theme of this era is the possible redundancy of poetry in the face of possible revolution. Nikki Giovanni is now a professor at Virginia Tech, where she currently teaches English.

She is truly an amazing voice, spirit, and beacon for how poets should examine their work but most of all, she is a realistic approach to taking a very simple element and making it completely and utterly intimate.

M.C. Davis


Who Knew?

This past weekend I spent time with Troy and loved every bit of it. The nature of our friendship has grown over the many years that I’ve known him and if anything, our friendship is my most prized possession. There is a coolness to how we interact and I love the fact that there is always room for a good fight once in a while. Sammy, the little one, is growing into a kind of super dog that I would have never suspected 3 years ago when he arrived in a tiny crate from the Delta airlines terminal.

My friend OD (pronounced Oh Dee) , whom I have grown increasingly moved to allow our friendship to stair-climb is doing well after her Navy stint and subsequent life in Jacksonville. She is a true fighter underneath her military boots, black overcoat, stocking cap, and cigarettes. More often than none, I am feeling a warm spirit surrounding me when it comes to my friends. When I was younger, most of my friends had purposes that each would inevitably provide for me. As an adult, I have found that numbers do nothing for appearances and if I start now, I can make up for lost time in my quest to find qualitative friends, vice the norm of special characters with special talents for special days types of friends.

My buddy Matt, whom I have known since I was 9 years old, recently had a falling out–well, let me be honest, I let him go because it was the easiest thing to do. In essence (he would say that actually), he is on his way to being a married man and because my lifestyle is almost fancy free, I have found myself on the outskirts of his new evolution. So, before the untold reality of not becoming “Uncle Mike” to his kids, I kindly exited stage left. I don’t think he understood but then again, this situation unfortunately wasn’t about him. Selfish? Perhaps but who isn’t nowadays?

Russ, my best friend of late, met with me for coffee and conversation the other day and I feel that he and I are also on a new plateau of sorts. He has a wonderful life and completely has those items you only read about: wife, a kid (with one on the way), the house, the whole enchilada and I hope that he decides to progress as he and his family matures. One of the greatest joys I have with him is that we can sit and do nothing for hours, or talk endlessly for hours and still I care for him no less than before. I have found that this type of philosophy is a true staple of a solid friendship. Having a best friend who accepts you for the things that also separate you is indeed something to be cherished.

Who knew?

Hello World ver. 1.1

The day has come where we have to start living and engaging our senses to become more than our outward appearances have led us to be or think. We are much more than a race, a dialect, a species, and we should expect more in how we respect and love one another. We have to dance and be free enough to show ourselves more love, patience, and gratitude for not what we deserve or have, but what we are lucky enough to experience each day. Indeed, we are extremely lucky to have each day awarded to us and even luckier to share with loved ones mutual experiences, from which so much is gained.

I hope to create a blog that is full of character and synergy where my thoughts, actions, and interpretations are fully expressed in poetry, language, and rants. I love the idea of sharing and engaging for what I think is the best audience in the world.

Through this blog, I will post interesting and thought-provoking news articles, wonderful poetry and artwork, conversations that inspire me, and words of wisdom from the people whom I love. This is a blog that intends to inspire you to create, create, and then create some more. The world is in need of positive influences and I hope to do my share by exploiting that request.

M.C. Davis